(Blogging has been light lately, and will continue so for some time — busy busy busy.)

Monday I blew a lightbulb in my apartment. Didn’t have any spares, so I didn’t discover until Tuesday morning that this in turn blew a circuit breaker. The circuit breaker powering the hot water system. In my morning pre-coffee daze I couldn’t find the damn fusebox, so I greeted the day with much the same noise I made 25 years ago, I imagine (cold showers being far from some of my favourite things).

I meant to email the landlord to ask where they’d hidden it, but got distracted and didn’t get around to it. So after partying that night until 4am, I had both a hangover and another cold shower Wednesday morning. The combination left me so out of it that I again forgot to mail, so this morning… you get the picture.

Today I got a quick reply (it turns out the fusebox is on the floor above mine, tucked under the stairs), so tomorrow morning will be my first hot shower all week. How we value something, when it is taken away…

Oh, and: I intend to do it properly, I’ll be an hour or so late for work.