It's on my list to write; so I will. I woke this morning so happy. I'd dreamed a dream of a play I was in, and we started with me adding lines that weren't there, and I'd forgotten my pants, and someone else came out of character to call me an ass, and then I couldn't remember my lines, and then I ate some stage food, and it just got damned sticky, and I couldn't get enough of it out of my mouth. I had a line coming up. And the production was a disaster, but from so many angles and in so many ways, you couldn't be philosophical about it.
And we knew we were going to have to work like dogs the next day, but it was okay. It was going to be good, or even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be because of us.
In other words, the dream had fail forward written all over it. And I woke up confident about my move, and then I kept getting tired and falling back to sleep, and getting distracted.
And the market is down. And to me it looks like a black Friday sale, but I haven't enough money.
And what I wrote the other day, I'm adding that to my code, or maybe I'll just restate the whole damned thing as Fail Forward.