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first jaunt on my new-old bike

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today after a grueling day and the end of a grueling week*, I was told that Ken had left his umbrella at school and that I'd had to meet him. It was the fourth such night in the five weeks we've lived here. Plus I had to do some grocery shopping. And we're enjoying the very edge of a typhoon system, so it's been raining steadily for the past couple of days.

My mood wasn't terrific. And when I got there and Ken didn't alight from the train I went home seething because I suspected he'd somehow got past me as he did last time. He wound up not having caught that train, so I went out again. And no, I hadn't been able to check in by phone because I hadn't planned on needing the phone and its battery was dead. One of the several reasons I don't love my work (i)phone.

*Nothing can ruin your week like the last-minute news that all of the work you've been doing on some audit findings missed the mark and your entire management team might lose their jobs. The head of the IT governance section told me I'll be tasked with picking up the hot pieces (of broken cooling rod). Life insurance: very much the amateur night of the financial industry.