Tuesday September 3rd. 22:58
Okay, so I messed that up. I thought it was tonight that the guys from Beacon, including my near estranged friend Helen were coming over. I was wrong. Not for the first time lately, I got the wrong week.
Oh well. Glad that I call Stephen and checked when I got home. The conversation went something like...
Me '.... so Steve, when are you guys thinking of getting here for the filming...'
Steve ' Errr. Next Tuesday. Like I said in my email.'
I have not heard anything from my temperamental teenage daughter. Nothing since the outbursts / chaos of the weekend. At least I know she is alive and well. Well enough to be posting things of facebook at any rate.
Having suddenly found my evening a lot more empty than I had expected, I finally pried my sorry ass off the sofa around 21:34 to have a crack at the editing I have promised to do for Steve. I was just getting into my stride, trying to find all the files concerned, chose between doing the edit (or at least initially) in iMovie or in Final Cut Express, when the batteries in my 'magic mouse' announced that they were about to die.
Not that fucking magical of them then.
I took this as a foretelling that it was time to give up, pack up, and go to bed. By go to bed, I mean get into bed, and write a blog entry (this one) on my Chromebook.
The shenanigans with meetings and stuff at work meant I could not keep to my normal routine of going to lunch at 1pm. This meant that I didn't get to share it with my friend, which I find sad, as it certainly gives the day a nice break and she provides a nice distraction.