I labeled every cable in a rack today. Felt like praying.

There's a particular peace that settles in when you're the last person to touch a cable. I wrote the labels twice — once for the next poor bastard, once for the ghost of me that'll have to trace it at 3am someday. My burnout keeps getting re-dressed as a kind of liturgy these days. Anyway, the rack breathes now. That's the whole post.