Today was supposed to be a productive day. I got up with my wife — I usually way till she’s almost out the door to actually get out of bed — so I was drinking my first coffee before 8am. Which is a serious accomplishment in and of itself when I don’t have an office to go (these days, most days). I then had my whole day planned: first, I’d hop by my flat in the morning to pick up any mail that was waiting for me there, possibly having to do with my company. Then, I’d come back home and do my yearly accounting. It shouldn’t take all that long, a couple of hours if I was, again, productive. My company is small, you see.
Then came Youtube. Between coffee #1 and #2, I caught up on the latest developments in the US/Trump/Ukraine/Giuliani meltdown, as one does. Between coffee #2 and #3, out of the blue, Youtube recommended I watch a Ted talk on nuclear energy. Which I did, obviously. The point the guy was making was interesting: it is actually more reasonable to push for more nuclear energy than renewables today, as it is in fact cleaner. I shared the video with my wife and brother (two separate people) and that sparked a half-hour long discussion on Messenger.
Then, around 11:20, I decided it was time to get into the shower if I wanted to meet my schedule. And so I did. And I spent my usual 5 minutes simply standing in hot water, i.e. my most prized luxury in life (even more than ice cream, or petting the cat, or Youtube itself). I washed my hair — easy task, it’s short — and, as I was about to go for the soap, the water stream suddenly shrunk. To almost nothing. I waited: maybe it had something to do with a lapse in water supply of some kind — I’m not an engineer, as you might gather here. But it remained that way: I was essentially a wet idiot standing in a dry shower. So I had no choice but to get out, dry myself up and wait for water to come back.
And watch more Ted talks on Youtube, obviously. By the time I did finish cleaning myself up, it was past noon. I figured I might as well write a blog post.