The Lair

So there was a partial solar eclipse going on today. Not that I really noticed – I was awake, but by the time I remembered, the celestial caravan had long since departed. This could well be the story of my life, in a sentence. I still vividly remember watching this eclipse, or at least the parts of it that were not spoilt by dark clouds. Good eclipse in spots, but patchy cloud obscures the rest. That again, could be yet another story of my life.

In a cheery mood, aren’t I? Here’s why.

For the 4th fucking time in less than a year, I have gotten into a minor fender bender with some random twat. This time where some dude actually backed into me on a main road. Yes, I wish I was making this shit up. This was right in front of a traffic cop, by the way – said cop hurrying up onto the scene and then standing around while I did the obligatory waving of arms, wagging of fingers and loudly shouting “NO U” at the other guy. Yeah, so the dent on the shiny bumper is minor, but it’s the principle of the thing goddammit.

If this continues, I may begin to suspect that the gods do not wish me to get behind the steering wheel of a car. Which works fine with me, actually – but I resent being continually mugged by three wheeler dudes for last minute tacked on additional charges to an agreed fare.

Perhaps unrelated: I have this sudden urge to consign more freshwater fish to death. Or in other words, I want to restart the aquarium hobby that I have had on and off for the last 20 years. Nothing too fancy, maybe a 20-30 litre tank. Allegedly, watching fish swim has stress relieving properties. Heaven knows I need that.