My project is live. The beast is slain. I was right.

But nothing makes up for looking out of the corner of your eye and, just for one second, thinking that there's a comment on a thread from an old friend - a mazel tov for the sort of technical problem that they used to relish.

There isn't. There never will be. Their memory is, and ever will be, a blessing. As will their god-tier snark.

But we have to go on, and we will.