It's been a shorter weekend than it felt like.
As a result, when Saturday dawned I couldn't even be bothered getting out of bed and lay there until a little after 1000, which is unusual for me. But, in the end I got my arse in gear and got up and went up the street for a 7/11 coffee. My hair was such a straggly lank mess I covered it up with a cap and I made a mental note to get a haircut. When I got back I set to work preparing a SMEACS briefing for the SES presence at the Festival today, of which more later. My fairly ancient (10 year old!) laptop was struggling and had reached a point where I could type in a sentence, then go and get a glass of water, and then come back and see if the sentence I'd typed had appeared. I struggled on for a while and then decided I was at the end of my tether and went down to JB Hi Fi and bought a new, modestly priced Lenovo. I'm typing on it now and getting to like it more and more. Oh yeah... and I got a haircut while I was about it.
It was a beautiful day and I was tempted to go to the beach but couldn't fit it into the plan for the day. I settled on a run instead. Fifteen kilometres along the Capital City Trail, which I really didn't manage at all quickly and just had to slog through it. Post run, I went to Mass at Our Lady's and then to do laundry (in the process of which, I stepped up the road for a beer). I ended the day drinking with a few of the housemates on the patio.
Today was an early start to oversee the SES attendance at a Festival run by Banyule Council. There's not much I really need to say about that. The kiddies love the little Rescue truck and they especially loved Paddy Platypus. It was a hot day and so there was a bit of willpower required to keep going and showing our best faces.
Festival completed I came back to my digs for to put on some civvies and go to the pub for a much-needed pint of IPA. I must have been a bit dehydrated still as it hit me fairly hard and I opted to buy a couple of stubbies to go rather than try to drive home partly wasted.
And now? I'll finish this post and go for a shower and finish the copy of Spectator I bought the other week. I still have the deep sense of lassitude I started the weekend with. I suppose it's still the business in New Zealand and the dreary predictability of the aftermath that's getting me down. I might take a mental health evening at the beach tomorrow after work. I've never found a better preventative for one's troubles than drowning them in sweat or seawater.