Normally, August and I get along really well. It’s My Birthday Month, after all, and normally lots of nice things happen to me and I get to see lots of friends and things like that.

This August started out pretty OK! and my Main Distractor made sure I had a pretty great birthday, cause he’s awesome like that. Well I mean I wrote about that last time.

So we went to Montreal for the weekend, which was pretty great: we ate some good food, everywhere from Kojax to Reuben’s to Newtown to Pintxo; we imbibed a rather large number of cocktails and related beverages; we saw some of my old friends; walked for miles and took lots of pictures.

Then we got home and found some douchebag had broken into our little hovel and stolen everything small that wasn’t nailed down. Which is a bit of a pisser. I mean it could have been worse, for sure, and we’ve barred the door a little better following the escape of the horse, if you will, but it’s just revolting to think of strangers in your house, touching your THINGS (what movie is that from?). Anyway, we’re insured, although the insurors seem to be moving pretty fucking slowly getting the billions of forms to us that we will have to fill out in triplicate or whatever the fuck in order to gain some recompense minus deductible and by GOD if I have to argue about “replacement value” I am going to being wrath down upon them. I have never had a claim on my house insurance, and I will brook no bullshit.

So that was kind of a shock. Then the following day, the monsoons came, and the roof started leaking. My MD got up there and cleared the standing water and cleared the spout things but we’ve decided we’d better get the thing seen to lest it all fall on our heads. Anyway, that’s the kind of thing that makes you feel like Job and wonder, what’s the third thing going to be?

The rest of the week has passed without incident, although my work situation has ratcheted up inasmuch as my one junior is MIA, I mean I know where she is but we have no clue when/if she’ll be up to coming back, and the summer temp is gone back to school, and the other student who jumped into the breach also returns to school next week, so it’s just…me. So I’ve been working extra hours with fewer breaks and it’s not really sustainable. Trying to get someone in next week, and that begins the whole training a n00b stress and fun.

In any case. I’m sure I’ll get through it, but I really wouldn’t mind winning the lottery tonight, OK, lottery gods?

Some pics from last weekend (some are mine, some are his–typically, the better ones are his).