He began getting work emails and pings yesterday evening, and by midnight it was clear that he had no choice but to go into the office. Out into the snow he went, his cross-eyed-exhausted wuzzle sadly seeing him off and then expiring at the foot of the bed like a spaniel. He wasn't home again (home being my house) until late this morning for food and a crucial nap. At 4:00PM I made him a 2nd breakfast and back he went to the office. The details of the departmental computer system FUBAR are beyond my realm of intelligible descriptive ability, but in short, he's got a Cleanup on Aisle 4 like nobody's business.
Send him some love and encouragement if you can. And in case he doesn't get a chance to say it himself before the ball drops tomorrow, Happy New Year to All!