Weeknotes 346: Love sponges

Properly cool at last. On Tuesday I woke to tantalising petrichor waft and visible evidence of overnight rain, and so then, yes!, it rained properly on Thursday. I was able to work from home on Monday and Friday because my flat was a habitable temperature. Please let it continue for now. Another ridiculously busy week on the (trauma) trot. Some decent productive progress, marred by the usual quota of desperate actors arguing, sniping and making things worse unnecessarily. It’s absolutely horrible but I remain grimly determined to focus my energy on keeping my head down and delivering the best technical work possible under the circumstances. Three years now. Also, three gyms. Work stress precludes normal sleeping and shitting but I’m starting to bring my weight back under control. Parameters. On Friday night I returned to Love Shack for Reema’s birthday party. Before heading out I felt too emotionally drained for merriment but — surprise surprise — it did actually cheer me up to be…