As some of you know, I currently wear three hats: game designer, writer, and software developer. Of these three, it’s the third job that causes me the most stress. It’s not that I don’t enjoy writing software. I do. There are, however, occasional problems that can really ramp up the old blood pressure – tracking down elusive bugs, figuring out new pieces of software, mastering unfamiliar technologies, that sort of thing. <\/p>\n
The other day, I was hard at work fighting through just such a moment when my youngest ran up the stairs and into my office. He’s not allowed to do that, by the way, for two very good reasons. Most importantly, I need to work. Secondly, I have an unfortunate tendency to be rather “undiplomatic” (my wife’s words) towards people who interrupt me when I’m in precisely this situation.<\/p>\n
He leapt into my office, arms spread wide. “Daddy, daddy! I have wonderful news!”<\/p>\n
“Are you supposed to be up here?” I growled.<\/p>\n
“Wonderful news!” He repeated. “Momma said I can wear my shirt until we get to the pool!”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“I can wear my shirt! Until we get to the pool! I can wear my shirt!”<\/p>\n
“Wonderful.”<\/p>\n
He laughed. “Yeah!” Then he ran back downstairs.<\/p>\n
I’d like to say that this little inexplicable ray of sunshine brightened my day. It certainly should have. Sometimes, though, the sunlight just makes the shadows seem darker.<\/p>\n
Ooh, that sounded dramatic, didn’t it? I’ll have to remember that line. I’ll bet I can use it somewhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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