Decamped

I finished all my work late this evening, then quickly packed up and headed over to my grandparents’ house. I’m here for a week to water plants, feed animals and guard against Evildoers. It’s pretty rural and there are no neighbours for a long way, so I can crank up the guitar. Hooray. Of course, my string control isn’t all that, so I’ll quite possibly turn it back to normal levels before long. But, you know, good in theory.

I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do if Evildoers attack. Probably hide under the bed.

This morning I cleverly set up my home computer for remote access. Was really good. I enabled Remote Desktop on a non-standard port, and configured the various router, firewalls and dynamic DNS updates, then when I left the flat I turned the computer off. What a n00b. I’m going to blame this incredible stupidity on workload, bees and Russia.

I was vaguely aware this week was coming, but I’ve been a bit preoccupied with work and haven’t thought about it much. Which is nice, because it’s like a surprise holiday. My grandparents left details of local walks, so I might head out with my camera. The world’s been depressing me lately, so maybe I need to go out in it.