Events

Despite all my travel issues, I managed to get to the right hotel and to all the panels I signed up for today. And I have to say, our conference planners did a great job on the location:

My flight to Boston has left the gate and I'm not on it.

Three related stories grabbed my attention while waiting for a plane to take me to Boston, which turns out to be the opposite direction from California. First, five Chicago-area breweries have closed in the last six weeks as economics asserts itself:

How it started:

Remember how, earlier today, I posted a smug little note about missing all the horrible weather coming through Chicago tomorrow, because I would be in southern California?

Yesterday's performance of Bach's St Matthew Passion was absolutely amazing. I know it's long, and with our 90-minute dinner break it actually lasted over 4½ hours, but I'm sad people left after part 1. I've been posting on social media that they should have stayed to see the twist ending (He escaped!).

That's the question I asked myself as I headed off to a 3½-hour rehearsal yesterday evening. The answer, of course, is that I voted, walked Cassie for 90 minutes, fielded an emergency at work despite it being a day off, and dealt with half a dozen smaller things around the house.

In a post yesterday, I implied that Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth has admitted having unnatural relations with a piece of furniture. That was incorrect; Vice President JD Vance was the member of the administration alleged to have had the sectional assignation. Hegseth is the one with Nazi tattoos.

A colleague at my day job poked around on the Daily Parker, not for the content, but for the software. I now have two more Jira cases.