Another week passed. Damn. RIP. I'm still nowhere near finished with the awards Flash - or any of many other projects. Thought I'd get some work done on that today, but midnight's closing in fast (it's the latter of the leet minute displays - 23:37). Work's still a thing, unfortunately, and it keeps me up all day. Up and away.
Well no, not unfortunately. Fortunately, work's still a thing. It's not bad work, but it does take time away from certain other things, like being able to sizzle in the sun for a few hours on a rare cloudless day such as this. Summer's coming quick. A funeral's coming up too. A lot of things are on route. Toot toot. Not all of them good things, but why brood on doom and gloom when you can listen to a soothing tune and groove in rooms. Look out through the window: and view the moon! And break a sweat. It's wet. I'm waiting for a day with a new monsoon.
We had one of those earlier this week actually, and right now I wouldn't mind another. I was at work, about to embark out on my lunch break (which I usually spend in a patch of nearby greenery), but when I walked through the door I was met by a waterfall. I mean it was intense. I work in an industrial area, and the whole parking lot was a puddle. The water ran down the slick asphalt in an even stream all the way across. The winding forest path was a raging river. The streets were flooded and the stairs were waterfalls.
I borrowed an umbrella and took a walk. It was pretty nice, wet but warm - a summer storm, the heavy rain pounding the ground with a seizeless rage. I didn't get to eat lunch outside after all, there was just no place the rain didn't reach, but sitting inside while the water patters against the window pane is not bad either. Good thing I had a change of clothes.
Otherwise there's not much to report. The weather's warming up again. Life goes on as usual. I'm looking forward to vacation time in a month; my parents are already up North enjoying the mosquitoes. Apparently there's beaver running rampant along the shore this year, chopping down our aspens. Year of the beaver. Be very wary. ;)
On the blog I managed to post another 6 reviews, and this, and here's last week. Moving on...
