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….
c. THIS:
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.