OK, so today, being Sunday in a misguided effort at doing the right thing I drove out to Parramatta this morning for a couple of hours, to finish something I hadn't been able to do during my "normal" work hours. There was a light drizzle all the way but I gambled against taking a brolley (umbrella) with me, and thankfully the rain held off during my walk to the office, and again after I finished what I was doing, during my walk back to the car.
Drove into the city for lunch, routine Sunday roast, which I enjoy, and couldn't be bothered cooking for one at home (not that the stove works at the moment). and had just finished the meal and was settling down with the coffee, crackers, and cheese and had just opened the newspaper when there was an unintelligible garble over the in-store PA system. Couldn't make it out and I thought it was the usual "mop and bucket aisle three please", but not a few minutes after the announcement the security guys come up to the 2nd floor restaurant (3rd floor if you're American) and say "OK people, there's a fire in the building, we want everyone to evacuate, please leave your food on the table, and collect your belongings and leave the store". And strangely enough they hadn't closed down the escalators or elevators (lifts), so people took their time until they were ushered out and the doors were shut, presumably to wait for the fireys. And that was about as exciting as the day got.
Back home after a bit of retail therapy, and sipping on a chilled Sangiovese, which isn't all that nice. I should have left it at room temperature I think.
I'll probably be working afternoon shifts, Mon-Friday right through until half way through January now so the body clock will need some acclimatising.
I'll pencil something up before Christmas and the New Year.
Take good care of yourself and those you care abut.