I guess I should update the ‘blog?1 Not an easy thing to do these days, since even finding the time to do something as self-indulgent as public journaling probably just means there’s something else I could be doing instead, but maybe it’s an experiment I would like to continue?
Another late night for me. My project at work is pretty demanding, with very tight deadlines and quite a bit to do in each sprint. I’m trying to keep on top of it, but it does mean I’ve done a bit more “out of hours work” than I’d like.
It doesn’t take much: one smarmy bus driver and my mood has taken a dive. Transport NSW (I think it is) is rolling out a new NFC ticketing system called Opal, very similar by all accounts to Myki in Melbourne (but not compatible, right?
Good morning, Self! Not the greatest nights’ sleep last night, as Jules woke at an ungodly 3:30am. Luckily (for me) Danielle took care of him ’til circa 7am, at which point we swapped and she crashed.
I rode home from work for the first time tonight. It was not an unbridled success. Oh, nothing too dramatic – I just need a hell of a lot more practice, both at cycling and at navigation.
A lot has been happening. So much, in fact, that I haven’t found the time (and energy) to document it — our “long way home” has taken an unexpected turn with a new job and life in Canberra.
I wandered down to the Tower Of London from work one lunch-time last week, planning to mingle with the tourists and pretend/imagine I was one of them. Instead, I stumbled upon a demonstration of archaic weaponry!
It is snowing in London today. The worst in 18 years, says Danielle’s cabby, and more set for tomorrow. Most of the tube is down, or severely delayed – not the Victoria Line, strangely – and my office is just about empty.
The week begins. For me it began with a cup of green tea, rather than a coffee, and I’m feeling somewhat weird so I don’t know whether it’s because of that or just whatever was giving me a headache this morning (which is still around a little bit, despite taking nurofen).