I have to say I’m touched. Several readers reached out to me after last week and my subsequent silence over the weekend, wondering if the week was so bad I had just decided to disappear or had been swept away by my own disaster movie.

Uninterestingly, I must report that neither outcome has occurred. I was busy. Dad, Interrupted is fond of saying that “time is God’s way of making sure that everything doesn’t happen at once,” and I am fond of begging him to stop, because my life is proof that the system is breaking down.

Friday, May 2: It was Friday. I made big progress on a juicy bit of analysis. It made me feel good to do it. I like figuring stuff out. (The downside of Friday was that I was up until midnight begging a vendor to prettyprettyplease take care of my application. Like every other time in my life when I’ve begged for someone’s attention, that gambit didn’t work very well.)

Saturday, May 3: Coffee with Jane! I thought I’d be too tired to do it, but wound up getting up at 5 a.m. to have coffee with her. That always makes me feel better. (The downside of Saturday was that only getting five hours of sleep pretty much guaranteed I would be a zombie the rest of the day, which is why staying up until 1 a.m. on Sunday morning turned out to be such a spectacularly bad idea.)

Sunday, May 4: Daughter, Interrupted stopped by to work on financial aid stuff for grad school. (The downside of Sunday was that I had to work/work, but even that was mitigated by the fact that I enjoyed it, and not even secretly.)

Bonus Besst: Monday, May 5: Application inexplicably fixed itself, like some sort of regenerating Borg cube. Test data proved to be good to go. (The downside of today was that I choked our server to death with a database, rendering my attempts at The Mother of All Analysis futile.)

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014