Today has not been a good day. Mostly for personal reasons, but also because of the huge quake that hit Christchurch a couple of hours ago. Last time the earth got shaky in that region it was the early hours of the morning, so everyone was safe in bed. Not so much at 1pm this afternoon though.
The quake was a 6.3, did major property damage – including leveling Christchurchs’ iconic (and beautifully historic) cathedral. Multiple deaths have been confirmed. I’m worried because I have a bunch of friends and colleagues in the area, but naturally the phones are all jammed up, and I’m sure they’ve got far more urgent things to deal with than me calling them to make sure they’re all ok…
It was actually strong enough that I felt it here in Wellington – only I thought that my lack of sleep had finally caught up with me – I was sitting with my forehead pressed to the cool surface of my desk trying to will-away a headache, when I realised the building was swaying gently around me.
I rubbed my eyes, and sat up, sure that I was just imagining things. I guess not.
More info on the most recent Christchurch quake can be found here.
And as for my personal stuff? Well. I have to say it’s not looking as bad as it was before the quake. Something like this really puts things back in perspective, I guess.
Anyway. The other stuff that has me stomping around under a black cloud today: The rain has cometh. This morning I woke up to find instead of sunny hot sticky weather, we have overcast, rainy, muggy weather.
I know about the rain thing, because I got caught out in it wearing a white shirt this morning.
I had TKD last night, and we did sparring, and so I was exhausted. Also: sore. I caught some dude’s heel across my cheek, in a really spectacular reverse turning kick. It hurt.
I’m jealous, because mine are never that fast. Also? Thankful that it didn’t do any lasting damage. For a few minutes there I was worried that I’d have to come to work for the rest of this week with bruising, and a fat lip. (Naturally I have a lot of meetings this week.)
Anyway, as I was leaving TKD, I forgot to pick up my laptop. So I get home at 9.30 pm, and that’s when I realise that I don’t have my fucking laptop.
Then I had a crappy nights sleep because I really REALLY didn’t want to have to replace Cecelia. The power cord alone nearly bankrupted me. Imagine how many black market kidney’s I’d have to sell for the rest of the fricking laptop?
So I got up at the asscrack of dawn (Ok. Fine. 6.50 am.) (Which is PRACTICALLY dawn.) to call the school again – only no one answered because they weren’t in yet, and so I ended up just getting on a bus to Miramar, and going in to see if I could find it myself. Luckily I did. It was absolutely fine and exactly where I left it.
My black mood, however was not appeased. For one? I do not do mornings. Also? I don’t do mornings. And? Mornings suck. Especially when they start at 6.50am.
So by 8.30am this morning I’d already spent about an hour on public transport, and that’s not anyones idea of fun.
Also? That headache is back with a vengeance and I don’t have any painkillers.
And all of this pales in comparison to the events in Christchurch, and yet, I cannot seem to shake myself out of my dark headspace.