Here it is, Saturday night, I'm wearing my comfy slippers and my jeans with the hole in the arse (washday, you know) and everyone's sleeping or on their way to dreamland. I sit down to check on my backup jobs at work and it seems that the tape autoloader has used up the nine tapes I put in and now is patiently waiting for the tenth.

I really don't want to get into my car and waste 45 minutes for a 30 second job. But I probably will.