The first week was a collision of rhythms. I am a creature of midnight coffee and scattered sketches; Maya is a 6:00 AM yoga devotee who treats a toaster like a high-precision instrument. We were two different operating systems trying to run on the same hardware.
The text message sat on my screen like a vintage postcard: It was typed with the clinical precision of a software update, a classic move from Maya, the older sister who organized her life—and mine—into spreadsheets.
But by the second week, the friction began to polish us. We stopped trying to 'fix' each other’s schedules and started finding the gaps where we fit. We spent a rainy Tuesday in a cramped bookstore, not talking, just existing in the same air—a quiet intimacy we hadn't shared since we were kids hiding under the dining table.
"Ready for v.2023?" I asked as she dropped me at the airport.
The "v.2022.04" of our relationship wasn't about big revelations or cinematic breakthroughs. It was found in the small patches: learning that she secretly loved trashy reality TV, and her discovering that I actually knew how to cook a decent risotto.
Maya didn't check her phone. She just laughed and hugged me. "Let's see if we can get through the beta phase first."
My Sister [v.2022.04] - Spending A Month With
The first week was a collision of rhythms. I am a creature of midnight coffee and scattered sketches; Maya is a 6:00 AM yoga devotee who treats a toaster like a high-precision instrument. We were two different operating systems trying to run on the same hardware.
The text message sat on my screen like a vintage postcard: It was typed with the clinical precision of a software update, a classic move from Maya, the older sister who organized her life—and mine—into spreadsheets. Spending a month with my sister [v.2022.04]
But by the second week, the friction began to polish us. We stopped trying to 'fix' each other’s schedules and started finding the gaps where we fit. We spent a rainy Tuesday in a cramped bookstore, not talking, just existing in the same air—a quiet intimacy we hadn't shared since we were kids hiding under the dining table. The first week was a collision of rhythms
"Ready for v.2023?" I asked as she dropped me at the airport. The text message sat on my screen like
The "v.2022.04" of our relationship wasn't about big revelations or cinematic breakthroughs. It was found in the small patches: learning that she secretly loved trashy reality TV, and her discovering that I actually knew how to cook a decent risotto.
Maya didn't check her phone. She just laughed and hugged me. "Let's see if we can get through the beta phase first."
Hi Yasser,
That would be nice but unfortunately, this doesn’t work. The SCP server on Cisco IOS doesn’t support this. Only option is to use SCP from the CLI.
Rene
Hi Rene !
When we upgrade IOS of router what about configuration ? Is it still the same ?
I know my question not sound technically cuz I’m new to Networking, but please kindly reply my question.
Sovandara
Hi Sovandara,
You don’t have to worry about your configuration. The startup-configuration is saved in the NVRAM, the IOS image is on the flash memory.
Here is a lesson that explains it in detail:
https://networklessons.com/cisco/ccna-routing-switching-icnd1-100-105/cisco-ios-filesystem
Rene,
Any documentation how to upgrade Cisco IOS on dual superversior (Hitless)? ASR903?