Pile of Dross

Took Friday off sick. The first day I’ve been off work through illness in over 3 years – i.e. since starting there. A particularly nasty cold it was, spent Friday in bed reading and filling the contents of handkerchiefs, recovered enough on Saturday to play Quake 4 when it popped through the letterbox and was sufficently recovered to make a supply run to Sainsburys on Sunday.

Quake 4, by the by, is definately better than Doom 3, flashlights on yer weapons – need I say more. No “monster cupboards” either.

Work is work, was in a meeting last week where the outcome was that we plan to ditch months of (my) work and move to a different system, for the best of reasons, though its a very tight timescale, so the status quo may continue. Difficult to pin down how I feel about this – a weird concotion of relief at not having to run the bugbear for ever, frustration that I oculdn’t get it to a state where I could leave it and a numb feeling that if I’d twiddled my thumbs continously for the past months we’d be in some ways in a better situation.

And I note that Caity is worryingly demonstrating traits normally found only in my blood relatives, in particular the continued mocking of myself for a minor linguistic gaffe. Scary.

Also,my letting agents haven’t yet cashed the cheque I sent for the admin costs of my lease renewal, I’ll prod them tomorrow to make sure they got it.

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