It started off with a loud bang, as I was suddenly and rudely “informed” that construction would be going on in the studio next door.
The good: I had overslept my alarm and the construction woke me up.
The bad: the construction workers shut off my water. At 8am. Without any prior warning whatsoever.
Je vous remercie beaucoup messieurs!
I politely informed them in my poorly spoken French that I needed to shower, eat, and get to work. They promised to turn it on in 10 minutes. I reminded them half an hour later. 5 more minutes? Okay. I finally got water by 10am. Considering my previous experience in my first Sydney apartment, I consider myself lucky.
I finally sat down to have breakfast. The phone rang. This is a common enough occurrence that I’m beginning to think the universe is trying to send through the message that I should no longer eat; but I digress.
>>> Dramatic conversations ensued. <<<
I went to work and did my best to focus on thoughts of abstract interpretations and fragments and probabilistic systems and protein-protein interactions and lumpability and bisimulation, and it was good for the most part. Still, by the end of the day my brain was mush and I had to head home.
I entered the train station with my brand-spanking new Navigo annual pass, the train pulled up, stopped, filled with passengers, and ….. and …. and an announcement came over the loudspeakers indicating that all trains in both directions would be halted for the night due to someone “falling” on the tracks somewhere on the line.
The walk home was long, wet, and cold.
It was just one of those days.