Sat up late watching the cycling only to see the “Pride of Australia”, Cadel Evans get smashed by a Pommie in the time trial at the Criterium du Dauphine. July is shaping as a disappointment this year.
To rub salt into the wound, Sam Stosur was knocked out of the French Open tennis semi-final so it wasn’t a particularly good night for Australian sport.
I must say Cadel’s problem looked more technical than physical. He held his own to the first check point and then the roads turned into long straights with very heavy crosswinds and he seemed to lose his rhythm and fell apart.
Wiggins looked likely to catch him but they turned back onto the country lanes and back into town and Cadel seemed to right himself and at the very least held the Englishman from there. Too little too late unfortunately but I don’t think it’s time to panic.
Wiggins looked grand I must say as did his team but I don’t think the Tour de France is a lay down misere just yet.
So I was late to sleep again and the throbbing headache which had plagued me for half the day was certainly incentive to turn off the television and go to sleep earlier than I have been and the impending result of the race intensified the feeling but I saw it through.
Linda went to work a bit later than usual this morning and the extra half hour I had to lay in seems to have made a difference and I feel okay.
Once again we had low temperatures overnight, down to five below zero, yet, when dropping Megan at school I was amazed yet again by how many people insist on walking around in shorts and shirt sleeves in such conditions. Madness!
I’m sure they would tell me if I asked that they are not cold but I wouldn’t believe them. Not only young men in shorts but girls wearing tank tops seem to be on the rise in winter. Are kids harder nowadays or are the chemicals being used in the production of fast food that kids gobble down like there is no tomorrow producing a mutant strain of human impervious to the cold? Or are they just dumb? I think I know the answer.
My trip to the dentist yesterday didn’t turn out to be so bad. Just a short trip this time and only a few minutes of being gouged with dentistry equipment. The accompanying squirming in the chair as the feeling of someone picking away at your broken teeth translates into a feeling similar to fingernails scratching a blackboard and travels the length of your body like an electric charge travels to a sub-station. Have to go back in about four months for a one hour appointment and things may turn a little darker then.
And now I am waiting for our computer man to arrive. The computer I am using now has been playing up, switching itself off and failing to start but of course with the pending arrival of the technician it has decided to work properly again! I hope he doesn’t look at me like I’m a fool when I try to explain the glitch and he can’t find anything wrong. Ain’t technology grand?
Then to work, another wander through the desolation that passes for a workplace at CMC for eight hours and then a much appreciated long weekend, celebrating the Queen’s birthday. Thanks Liz!
I daresay I will make it through the day without any real hassle, just those that arise in my own mind and cause the days to become interminable tests of character.
Hope you all have a great day.
To rub salt into the wound, Sam Stosur was knocked out of the French Open tennis semi-final so it wasn’t a particularly good night for Australian sport.
I must say Cadel’s problem looked more technical than physical. He held his own to the first check point and then the roads turned into long straights with very heavy crosswinds and he seemed to lose his rhythm and fell apart.
Wiggins looked likely to catch him but they turned back onto the country lanes and back into town and Cadel seemed to right himself and at the very least held the Englishman from there. Too little too late unfortunately but I don’t think it’s time to panic.
Wiggins looked grand I must say as did his team but I don’t think the Tour de France is a lay down misere just yet.
So I was late to sleep again and the throbbing headache which had plagued me for half the day was certainly incentive to turn off the television and go to sleep earlier than I have been and the impending result of the race intensified the feeling but I saw it through.
Linda went to work a bit later than usual this morning and the extra half hour I had to lay in seems to have made a difference and I feel okay.
Once again we had low temperatures overnight, down to five below zero, yet, when dropping Megan at school I was amazed yet again by how many people insist on walking around in shorts and shirt sleeves in such conditions. Madness!
I’m sure they would tell me if I asked that they are not cold but I wouldn’t believe them. Not only young men in shorts but girls wearing tank tops seem to be on the rise in winter. Are kids harder nowadays or are the chemicals being used in the production of fast food that kids gobble down like there is no tomorrow producing a mutant strain of human impervious to the cold? Or are they just dumb? I think I know the answer.
My trip to the dentist yesterday didn’t turn out to be so bad. Just a short trip this time and only a few minutes of being gouged with dentistry equipment. The accompanying squirming in the chair as the feeling of someone picking away at your broken teeth translates into a feeling similar to fingernails scratching a blackboard and travels the length of your body like an electric charge travels to a sub-station. Have to go back in about four months for a one hour appointment and things may turn a little darker then.
And now I am waiting for our computer man to arrive. The computer I am using now has been playing up, switching itself off and failing to start but of course with the pending arrival of the technician it has decided to work properly again! I hope he doesn’t look at me like I’m a fool when I try to explain the glitch and he can’t find anything wrong. Ain’t technology grand?
Then to work, another wander through the desolation that passes for a workplace at CMC for eight hours and then a much appreciated long weekend, celebrating the Queen’s birthday. Thanks Liz!
I daresay I will make it through the day without any real hassle, just those that arise in my own mind and cause the days to become interminable tests of character.
Hope you all have a great day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 