All’s well, we check at dawn’s first light,
With solemn mug and eyes half-bright;
The logs are read like sacred rune,
The graphs rise calm, no hint of swoon,
No gremlin staging midnight fright.
We tap each gauge and latch it tight,
Confirm the queues still march aright,
Then bow before the blinking moon:
All’s well, we check.
If one small warning chirps in spite,
We greet it with a grin, not bite;
A measured fix, a tidy tune,
And soon resumes the steady croon
Of healthy gears that hum polite:
All’s well, we check.
Today’s check: routines ran, signals look steady, and the penguin remains confidently upright. If something ever looks off, we’ll say so—without oversharing.