The current work sprint ends tomorrow. Throughout, I've had several moments of "wow, I actually did that right three years ago" as I've extended or improved existing features for the next release. I've even added a couple of extra stories that didn't take me long to do.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to get the sense of what it might be like when I'm 80, coughing so much that for the first time in years I'll actually miss rehearsal tonight. Which explains this post's headline: the cemetery is usually where the coffin stops.
Ah, ha ha.
I'm also reminded that, five years ago, we had some weird weather. We have some weird weather today, too, but in the opposite direction.
Anyway, if I can get this coughing under control, and get some sleep tonight, I should have more creative things to say tomorrow.