Returned pop-tarts, a small act of quality

Wednesday: Up around 10. Email. Shower. Eggs with Oscar. Down basement, morning practices, drums. Headed out stopping at the P.O. to pick up a package, and mail another. Stopped at the music store in Porter Sq, and got a refund on some strings. Turns out, I had been short-changed even more than I thought. In to work... Spent most of the day running the program in sludge-mode trying to find a memory trasher. Eventually I did. Some code was using a fixed size array, and running off the end. It hadn't been expecting the vertical size to change. Some talk with M and B about icons. M made a scowly face. Wrapped up the feature by the end of the day and checked it in. Back home around 10:30. Hello to MB, who was waxing. Some soup and a cheese/avocado sandwich. The house smelled strongly of perfume from one of MB's belly-dance students. Down basement. Email. Now guitar and to complete the day.