One good thing about this day.
It’s over. At long last.
Today saw me back at my post behind the switchboard. Apparently Mrs Secretary has decreased her stress levels sufficiently to brave the lion’s den once more.
Must be nice to have a fall back person. You can’t handle your own shit, so somebody steps in and handles it for you until such time as you can handle it again.
Oh well. I’m still employed, still getting paid, so no worries there.
And it decreases the amount I smoke drastically – good for the lungs I suppose and better for the pockets!
The pond is still holding it’s water, quite unlike my bladder at three am, and the fishes are all still under the water, none floating on top, and no skin problems I could see.
I never got around to the filter this past weekend, and I can see that it is going to be needed before too long, so I’m preparing myself mentally to get up early enough on Wednesday, yet another public holiday, so I can do my washing, and still be in time to go get the things I need for the filter. The plan is to go visit the eldest and fetch my drill so I can make the holes where I need to make them for the filter to work properly. And then be home early enough to assemble the filter and stick it in the pond and make certain that it’s working somewhat.
The sister and family is currently on holiday at San Lameer. Somewhere at the coast. She seems to think that pictures of pristine beaches and the ever-rolling ocean is going to make me feel better about my lot. Sorry Sis. It does nothing for my uneven enjoyment of life at this point in time. Maybe, one day, I’ll get to experience the ocean again. As it is, I was there last in something stupid like 2004. A long time ago. Time for a holiday I would think! White beaches and tall cocktails. Swinging in a hammock under a tree – sounds like a good time to me 😉 And now I went to have a look at the place. Not a single beach picture, only golf course upon golf course. And terracotta holiday villas. No wonder I’ll never get to go there – only rich people can. And a golf course has never really held any attraction for me. Oh well, let them play their golf. I’ll just park off at home and read!
Let me get to it then – so many books, so little time! Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to write a post with substance. If the brain allows…
Long days and pleasant nights.