A day off

I decided, given the complete inability I was having to focus for more than five consecutive minutes in a given hour, that I probably needed a day off. 

So, I introduced myself to the two other humans living in my house and we decided to do some things together. What a nice way of living this is.

First up was a trip to Kanata to swim in Mrs. Ottawacker's brother's pool. His family had decamped for a while to Quebec City, so it seemed rude not to take advantage of the empty pool and try something called exercise. It was quite fun, until Ottawacker Jr. started practising his volleyball spikes in the vicinity of my head.

Snacks at home, and then a visit from Ottawacker Jr.'s godfather, who dropped off some pork chops (it is a long story) and stayed to peruse the opus magnum. We even let him in the house. 

Had put on the Sunday dinner so we could eat in time for Ottawacker Jr. to go to his goalkeeping practice, but half an hour before our scheduled departure, it got called off (for what reason we weren't told, but I imagine it was because of the excessive heat.)

So this is how normal people spend their days? I think I could get used to it.