It's labor day, but I thought I'd show off my iconoclasm by working anyway. (Actually, I missed a deadline and am in rapid-recovery mode.) I'm sitting at home, loving the simple workingness of broadband internet and Windows Remote Desktop Sharing, and then boom.

No, really it was more of a squeak, creak, groan. The software has gone out of control and the computer no longer has time to pay attention to me. Network packets fall into the abyss. The door is open but there's nobody home.

It needs to snap out of it. It needs a little chiropractic attention on its reset button. And I am here, after a pleasant 21 mile drive, to provide that attention.

At least the commute to work today is guaranteed not to include traffic.