zeborah: Zebra with stripes shaking (earthquake)
I don't generally have nightmares but my metaphorical nightmare is if the Alpine Fault went off. The Alpine Fault runs about 170 kilometres from me. Scientific predictions (which are unlike bloody Ken Ring's predictions in that they're based on science and acknowledged to be highly unspecific) are that this could happen soon on the geological scale of time and could be magnitude 8. This would be unimaginably bad for us.

Add a tsunami and nuclear worries on top and I can't really talk about Japan right now.

So last night I quit TweetDeck (grr rage Ken Ring didn't predict it because it's not the moon; and it's not sunspots and it's not global warming and it's not human-induced and it's not Mother Nature and it's not 2012 (even if this was 2012 which you may have noticed is still a number of months away) and there's a whole lot of other things it's not. What then is it? It's plate tectonics FFS) and went to bed early lacking anything else exciting to do.

(I could watch Sandbaggers except a) I'm trying to ration them out and b) my most efficient method of watching DVDs at the moment consists of ripping them on Old Computer and transferring the files to an external hard drive (3-4 hours for 3 episodes) then plugging that into Current Computer to actually play them. Unless the disk has bad sectors, in which case I get the choice of either walking or catching the bus to my parents' place to watch on their machines.

(I'm also meant to be reading and reviewing a free ebook, but it's nowhere as interesting to my present state of mind as I'd hoped and I feel that ekeing "This isn't my kind of thing" out to 250 words will lead to a poor review; and I'm also reading a French book about Eleanor of Aquitaine, which (aside from unexamined Orientalism much) is much more interesting, but, well, sleep seemed more exciting yet.)

So I slept through the night (other than our regular Mag4 quake and I think a couple of low 3s, but that's all just <wake up, blearily assess threat, go back to sleep> by now) and did my best to sleep through a bunch of morning too, despite some trucks doing something heavily vibration-inducing in our street -- possibly sewerage and/or drains-related? possibly not -- which was apparently vital to do at 7am on a Saturday morning when people are trying to sleep in. Then they went away and I continued dozing for the fun of it, until I got a knock at the door and leapt up and threw on a coat and tried to pretend I wasn't in my nightie.

So that was the preliminary EQC assessor who glanced around and threw me in the 4-6 month's wait category ("minor structural damage" - probably a bit generous at that) and gallantly pretended I wasn't in my nightie.

Then I had another bit of a snooze but soon gave up, had a shower and got dressed. This was good, because then I got the Student Army knocking on the door with chemical toilets. I did say I wasn't sure I really needed one because the water seems to be fairly stable right now, but in the course of conversation ended up taking receipt of one anyway due to being rather easily swayed at present.

So now I've got a chemical toilet in a box on my floor and am thinking in retrospect that this was probably a stupid idea, unless of course they really do prefer us to use it rather than to flush even once a day into who-knows-where-but-probably-a-river; but even so there's surely people who need it way more than me (since we've apparently exhausted the world's supplies of chemical toilets), making it a question of which wastes more resources, hogging a chemical toilet or phoning up city council to come and collect it back again. <head-desk>

(Hm, sources suggest there are probably sufficient chemical toilets for everyone needing one once they're all actually distributed. And the official website says "Once your own toilet is working again, we suggest you keep your chemical toilet handy until you are advised that the sewer network has been fully restored." The official website also says you'll be told where the place to empty your tank is when you get your chemical toilet, which I wasn't except in terms that, compared to information on the official website, now seem wildly optimistic.)

To do list:
* Phone up city council, maybe. Decide whether to phone up city council and modify to-do list accordingly.
* Fill out contents claim (including photos of damaged contents. This makes sense for things that are visibly broken but is pretty useless for my TV (intact but not functioning) and laptop (intact but DVD drive not functioning). The things that actually broke, like crockery, I just tossed out on the principle that I can afford a few new plates.)
* Get around to cooking and consuming the meat in my fridge before it goes off, as part of Operation Keep Eating.

Blurgh. Hopefully by now Old Computer has finished copying another episode of Sandbaggers for me.
zeborah: Zebra with stripes shaking (earthquake)
So, quick update on my life: my RSI has reached the “all good if I behave" stage, and I had my last physio session today, to celebrate which, ACC (for overseas folk, ACC is what we have instead of people suing people for accidents) wrote me Tuesday to say “Sorry, we can't approve your claim because we can't identify a factor at work that caused it, and the stuff you do at work isn't a risk factor". Which is stupid, but not unexpected because ACC is cheap at the moment. On the plus side they paid for all my physio up to the date of the letter so I only had to pay today's fee, which is well within my budget.

Also I have a gazillion amazing peaches on my tree and my grapes are ripening too. Also I'm getting my house painted green and purple (actually mostly white but green and purple too) and getting some annoying trees and shrubs chopped down/pruned to facilitate this.

Also we're heading into the busy time at work, in which I have to keep constant notes of what I'm doing right now so I don't lose track. And a group of us made a recommendation for an awesome improvement to service we can/should provide, and management said, “no, there's no time," and we said “yes, we can," and they settled on a compromise which is slightly wacky but that lets us prove ourselves. And all the summer projects are sort of coming together, except for it turns out that combining beta testing and training is not a good idea. And management has invited us to come early for breakfast on Friday to celebrate our awesomeness, which I'd respect more if I respected management, but hey, free food.

But I'm running on a mild sleep deficit, so I thought I'd have a nap on the couch this evening to prepare for getting up early tomorrow. So I lie down and fall asleep and then my timer record turns on and wakes me up. So I get to sleep again and the phone rings and I stumble out and pretend to be awake trying to remember my calendar so I can agree safely that I can play in church orchestra on Sunday. Then, heart still hammering from the sudden wake up, I managed to fall asleep again because I'm so tired, and the damned phone rings and I curse my way to it and then discover it's that mythical beast, an EQC assessor.
So now he is coming over on Saturday afternoon to see if any of my myriad cracks are officially earthquake-related/payable. I didn't have to consult my calendar for that because any time an EQC assessor wants to visit is a good time, but it should be fine, I'll just make sure the tree chopper guy comes earlier or later.

But now I not only has a sleepy, I has a “if I was a toddler I'd be so cranky right now" and I haven't even had time or inclination to make dinner. So sleepy my brain is inside out.

Then I gave up on sleep and rang my mum to see if she wants to bottle peaches with me on Sunday, so that will all account very neatly for my entire weekend. Must look at my work calendar and plan when I can next take a holiday; I'm feeling completely blocked in by appointments these days.
zeborah: Zebra with stripes shaking (earthquake)
Shakespeare knew what he was talking about. There should be more odes to sleep, it is awesomer than food and possibly even than water. (That one's a close call: technically you can survive longer without sleep than without water, but on the other hand if you can sleep then you can forget for a while that you're thirsty, but drinking water doesn't make you forget you're tired; for that you need stronger substances.)

I think I'm going to be dreaming for a while about recovering from an earthquake, though last night I also dreamed about a collage I made before the quake.

I felt another quake this morning - I'm not sure if it was the 2.6 that was 2km deep just a stone's throw away (2.6 is tiny but 2km deep! that's... I didn't know you could have earthquakes that shallow) or the 4.6 further away. [ETA Triangulating from the Twitter reactions it was probably the 4.6. It just didn't seem that light outside at the time; but then this is a darker bedroom than what I usually sleep in.] Anyway I felt one and slept through three more.

And anyway-anyway, I woke up properly at 9am and felt really good. Off to church now on another sunny day.

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