June already . . . in It's a llittle llazy over here

Wowsas.

I have been quite tired lately. I tend to do most of my writing late late, when the good lady has gone to bed. For most of the last few weeks, I've been more or less wrecked by the time it gets towards midnight, though.

Possibly, I'm just getting old.

Work remains quite settled. It's pay review time and there are even talks of the mythical beast called pay-rises; I recall the phrase, but it's been a while since I saw one in person. We live in hope.

I got new running shoes this weekend. Woo! Inexplicably, they failed to turn me into some kind of running demon overnight. Adverts lie, kids, remember that.

Meh.

Today, we mostly gardened. It's not as if I even like gardening, it's just that if you don't deal with the damned thing on a regular basis it turns into a totally unmanageable nightmare of weeds and grass and brambles and you really have a job on to rescue it.

Hark at me with my grown-up non-problems.

I also got my laptop serviced. It's about five years old and the CPU was starting to run up at 90 centigrade plus under any kind of load. Post service (internal clean, new thermal paste on the cpu and so on), it's stable at about 60 degrees even under full load. The moral of the story - get your laptop serviced now and then, if you aren't comfortable doing it yourself.

The guy at the shop actually got slightly arsey about the fact that I took the hard drive out before I took it in, like I was questioning his trustworthiness. Now me, I'd call that a common-sense standard procedure if your issue isn't software related and you're just after a hardware service... I mean, no offence, random person who repairs laptops that I just met all of 20 seconds ago, but, um, I just met you 20 seconds ago, dude. I don't know you from the next guy. I don't know if you're trustworthy. I don't know if you have assistants, and if they're trustworthy. I don't know if you go out to lunch and leave the shop unlocked because you're forgetful. So no, I don't trust you, because, call me a bad person for it, but I don't go around trusting people I met 20 seconds ago.

So no, I'm not going to leave my hard-drive in your shop when there's no need for it. It's not personal, it's common bloody sense.

Or maybe I'm just a bad, cynical person. Go figure.

It's half past one and I have work tomorrow. Possibly bed time. Have a good week, y'all. . . .