tightly timed

what a wonderful moment, sitting here with a single stream of sunlight gently warming my spirit far more than it warms my body, that important task being handled by the great coffee and my gigantic penny arcade sweater.
it's a fantastic post-storm clear, sunny and relaxed saturday, and perfect stillness to complement the hectic nature of the day before.

yesterday began early, with a trip to the hardware superstore to buy light fittings. i had to walk them home in the rain, and the clouds were making a point of taunting me - although in their defence, they were kind enough to hold back the flood until the minute i walked through the door.

i understand that the only way to discover leaks is when the heavens open and each droplet turns into a probe, but having to set a bucket on the patio to catch a veritable stream of water and praying that the roof won't cave in completely is uncomfortable to say the least.

[pays, begins walking to breakfast]

the electrician didn't get much done - it turns out that my concrete ceiling is a little more than he bargained for. i thought i'd Get Stuff Done while he worked, and hopped off to retrieve my pc - finally having bitten the bullet by requesting a memory upgrade that should've been done when i began playing with the gimp - image editing is a bit of a strain for just one gig.
as i stood there, letting the idea that i need to invest in a can of compressed air sink in (and being slightly embarrassed that my cpu's cables have greatly expanded due to consistent overheating), that the rain went from "downpour" to "wrath of the gods" - all parties agreed that it would be wise for me to take it back another day.

a good thing too, because the techie had forgotten something and called me later up post-panic - when you disconnect the boot-up drive, weird things are bound to occur. looks like i'm in for a re-install.

so i arranged the house-sitter's spare key, paid the electrician and agreed to finish up during the week, learned that i've got real work to do on my patio roof, and headed off to training.

training was painful, training was great. i haven't fought in ages, and although it wasn't easy i thoroughly enjoyed myself. except the part where i almost disabled one of the kids, his badly-timed roundhouse met my back kick toe-to-heel, with cracking results.

a walk-and-talk to scrapper's car, then home - shower - dress - train station, and her and her boyfriend picked me up for family dinner. it was a wonderfully busy and well-fed evening, but after such a long day extremely tiring. and for the first time in years, she and i finished it off with an argument the reminded me of the troubles we had towards the end of our relationship - she can be very, very difficult to reason with sometimes...

i went straight to bed when i got home - waking up at 3am to wish my team-mate a happy birthday was a no-go, for which he was grateful when i informed him at a more reasonable hour :P

i've made progress with my door handles, had great coffee, enjoyed this walk (although it could've been less anti-social), and am now ready for breakfast :)