Ah, Friday! A home-working kind of day where the snep settled into his den, paws on the keyboard and tail twitching between requests. Nothing too wild in the IT jungle today—just a few cases to chase, updates to send, and calls to juggle with colleagues. The usual gremlins tried to slip through, but I flicked my whiskers at them and got the job done.
By the afternoon, I could feel that weekend energy sneaking in, curling around like a purring cat. One last Windows update installed smoothly (a small victory worth a tail flick), and I declared the workweek officially closed.
But the real quest wasn’t technical—it was culinary. Tonight’s family raclette! A glorious mountain of melted cheese, potatoes, and laughter. After a week of client calls, monitoring dashboards, and printer shenanigans, there’s something magical about ending the week with sizzling pans, gooey cheese, and the cozy chaos of family time. It’s the kind of fuel no server rack can provide.
So here I am, whiskers warmed by melted cheese instead of screen glow, paws finally off the keyboard. The weekend begins not with fanfare but with the noble victory of conquering a raclette.
Stay fluffy,
Quilo 🐆❄️
