This awful, awful typhoon seemed to have put our regular living habits in a deranged tailspin and it’s very gnawing to imagine that life’s little procedures are suddenly curbed to a hairline minimum. Our house is barely functioning without water for crying out loud. How long does it take to mend our basic utilities because it’s already Sunday and I’m getting really tired of my consistent efforts to prolong bathroom duties because I really need to pee? If it were up to me, I’d prefer that the water problem got fixed first before the electricity. It’s just that I want to be sure when I get up for work tomorrow, I have to have something to bathe with. Although, in retrospect, the utility of water does depend on a functioning supply of electricity so maybe that’s why it’s still difficult right now.
At least there’s a shower in the office, so it’s sort of a comfort that I have that kind of last resort. I am just not looking forward to carrying a lot of stuff. I bet this one of those moments that the oft-repeated and eventually made clichéd saying “when the going gets tough, the tough get going” comes into picture and that ranting is about as useful as me hoping one day that a magic genie would finally appear and grant me my three wishes.
