Tribolum.com Making Light of Things

Oft in one’s work you endure, waiting for the ginormous project to end - the one you’ve been grinding out day after day after day. Then when the fateful day comes and you passed with relatively flying colours there’s the huge sense of relief; you can finally get some much needed sleep and take things a little easier from here. But like rainy days, you don’t see this one coming. A ginormous-er project hits you hard across the forehead, with the usual deadline-was-yesterday crapola.

Love for the work can only take you so far. Sometimes you need to take time to be a little depressed. It didn’t help that Faith will be home late, and I’ll be returning to an empty home with plumbing to fix. It doesn’t get more depressing than

And the curly fries aren’t even good. With every bite I know I’m closer to making my heart go into cardiac arrest. I look around me and it’s all similar depressed people eating McD’s on a weekday night.

I head home, got the pipe fixed and waiting for the return of my Faith, and I mean it both ways. Thank God she came home earlier than I expected.

Then somehow life isn’t so bad.

I managed to squeeze in a day’s leave, declaring my absence for a whole day’s worth of meetings. We’ll be taking Anne swimming in a few minutes. Pictures to follow.