Today started with the intention to jog after work. Then unexpected things happen:
a. Rush hour traffic blues
Schedule to run didn’t come out as supposed to. Still, I have hope that I would makeup for it by rounding the University ground past my 30 minutes’ schedule. I didn’t mind.
b. Rain poured soon as I got home.
My run-around-the-campus got spoiled by rain. I had my second and third options, respectively: to do arm exercise, and/ or target the abs. Indoor workout works just fine. But as soon as I got into my exercise gear, my brother and I found out the next one….
Seriously, how can this day get any worse? Important documents of all sorts, sloppy wet inside an eerie and “starting to mold” suitcase. From the looks of it, I can only pinpoint the August 7 incident without us knowing it’s subtle attack…on the papers. Apparently, there’s a leak in the corner of the ceiling I was not aware of. We are not aware of. No manifestation whatsoever so this is obviously a “witty” tactic of a “No-Name Flood” (which really sucks, by the way.)
C’est la vie.
Game plan is to restore/ dry all the indispensable papers. I can make an art craft from all these papers hanging and lounging in my room!
Enough ranting now, I turned on the A/C hoping that by the time I wake up tomorrow, the papers are already dry.