The Morning I Forgot to Check the Coolant Level
It was a Monday morning in January, and I was already behind before the spindle even turned. The weekend had been rough — my oldest kid had come down with a fever on Saturday, and my wife and I had been up half the night trading off shifts with a thermometer and a bowl of chicken soup. Sunday was a blur of laundry, grocery shopping, and trying to catch up on sleep that never came. I came into work on about four hours of sleep, running on coffee and determination. ...