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Congratulations! It's a Web Site.

London | 6:55 PM

It's been a long time coming. Assuming nothing goes wrong between now and midnight, I'm only five hours from being able to launch the project that has been keeping me up at nights (with work, not so much with worry).

Update | 12:15 AM

Here we go. The first sign that something is happening.

Update | 6:35 AM

What a day (and a night). We were in labor for 4.5 hours, but at 4:45 this morning I helped give birth to a brand new web site for Mothercare. This is what has been occupying the majority of my professional life for most of the past nine months. Perhaps I'll write about it sometime, but not now. I've been awake for 24 hours. I need to get some sleep. The site will probably need feeding in a few hours.
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Anonymous said…
Congratulations Adam on the new Amazon child. Also thank you for the advice on my e-mail account. I did log into Verizon Yahoo and remembered I had done so at work last week and changed my password because I couldn't get in. I guess I had to do so here at home also so they could talk. Take care. Love mom
October 20, 2008 at 11:39 PM
Mark Dahl said…
I. Really. Miss. You.
October 22, 2008 at 3:28 AM
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