I’m back.
Back from holiday.
Back at work.
Well, not really.
My mind is still on holiday.
I’m determined to continue taking it cruisey for as long as I can. I don’t want to repeat the stress I had prior to the holiday.

The holiday was a complete de-stress from the distress.

Except for things breaking down on us in the inlaw’s apartment.

The waste disposal had seized from the place being unused for so long.
I managed to fix that.

The washing machine threw an epi and ruined some of our clothes.
So I punched it in the face.
Then it stopped working.
So I had to fix that too.

I went outside when we first got there to take in the view. Then I walked back inside. And around the house.
Then I realized that the tiles outside had black crap on them from not being cleaned so long. And I had walked it all back inside. Big black foot prints. On white carpet.

The little one got her hands on a black pen and drew all over a chair. A white chair.

A vent grate in the bathroom fell down.

I think there was other stuff, but that’ll cover it.

Except for getting home and then getting picked up by the SIL and discovering she’d scraped the car on the way out.

Gah, Gah, bloody Gah.

Weather was good though. 27 degree C days. That’s like 200 degrees F. Beauty.

I didn’t go surfing. I watched the news the first night and there were images of the surf and all these thousands of bait fish, and then all these big sharks chasing them. Right underneath the surfers, who just sat there on their boards, oblivious.

Sharks suck.

Well, chomp.

Returning home to cold and wind and rain also sux.

Here’s a few holiday pics:

I’m also back on the bike. First time in weeks since that crash.

Sort of have to, what with the price of gas and all.