Four in the morning. I finished the patch and got up from the desk and walked once around the apartment before I sent it. Eight months on this bug. Eight months of wrong theories, and one colleague quietly betting me it was unfixable. And here it was — six lines changed, three of which were deleting code. I read the diff one more time. Clean. Obvious in hindsight, the way the hard ones always are in hindsight. I sent it and stood at the kitchen window with my arms crossed and let myself just have it.
