One of my earliest memories of happiness is my childhood desk. It was whatever the IKEA version would have been back in the early 80’s, complete with a unit containing three shelves that attached to the back. I loved sitting at it, arranging the books and boom box as well as the contents of the drawers. It was a place where things were organized and _ready_. I’m not sure I ever accomplished much beyond that, though.

Here I am forty years later at a desk I made by hand doing exactly the same thing, with the same joy, accomplishing just as little. Perhaps my calling is system administration after all.