I stepped off the bus this morn­ing, and the sun was low in the sky. The wind blew cool and fresh on my face, a wel­come change from the mug­gy atmos­phere fur­ther south. Exhausted as I was from my trav­el­ing, the weath­er refreshed me, and it all felt like hap­pi­ness.

The food in my freez­er seems to be alright, even after the pow­er out­age. That saves me from hav­ing to get deliv­ery the next time I go gro­cery shop­ping. I was pret­ty wor­ried at first, since Nick helped me stock up on food the last time he came over.

My Fujifilm MX-1700 has stopped work­ing. The lens cov­er is stuck in the open posi­tion, and the lens refus­es to extend. I’ve nev­er had a prob­lem with a cam­era, so I don’t know what to do about the sit­u­a­tion. The MX-1700 has served me well, ever since I got it three years ago. It does every­thing I need it to, and since I only take pic­tures for web based things, I don’t need a res­o­lu­tion above 1280x1024. I might con­sid­er get­ting anoth­er one, depend­ing on how much this one will cost to fix, and the options avail­able on the dig­i­tal cam­era mar­ket right now.

It’s sum­mer. My favourite part may pos­si­bly be the gath­er­ing in park­ing lots as peo­ple decide where to go next before con­gre­gat­ing to their respec­tive cars. The cool night air is always refresh­ing com­pared to the bus­tle and chaos of a club, bar, or show as one steps out­side.

Colin and Elly are the nicest cou­ple ever. They’re going home in about a week, but hope­ful­ly I’ll be able to see them again when I vis­it Scotland. I had a chance to eat at Nana and Papa’s place with them yes­ter­day, and got a taste of the Scottish hos­pi­tal­i­ty, which just hap­pens to be the best I’ve ever expe­ri­enced. Nana even heats up the dish­es in the oven so that the food stays warm on ones plate. Colin and Elly tell me that the Scottish accents in the com­mer­cials here are ter­ri­bly dirty and unau­then­tic so I don’t feel so bad about the dis­gust­ing Cantonese accents peo­ple put in games now.

So I turn on the cold faucet, and the water runs warmer than me.

It’s won­der­ful­ly brisk out­side this morn­ing, and the fresh cool air has awok­en me. The ris­ing sun announces the begin­ning of anoth­er day, but I feel com­pelled to stay in bed just a lit­tle longer.