The migration rehearsal didn't go well on Friday evening (London morning), I was called to stand-by for any emergency issue for the weekend. Without working mobile phone, I was kept hostage by my computer. Anyhow, it wasn't too bad, I enjoy staying home alone. I meticulously cleaned and ironed my clothes, cooked some food and drank beer while checking emails and skype responding managers (god knows why I have so many managers). Reading blocks and chatting with friends. Asking for permission to go out for a few-hour walk on both Saturday and Sunday (sound like I am on parole and asking permissio from my parole officer to go to places, ha ha ha).
It wasn't too bad at all. It is very much like the protagonist in Murakami Haruki's Norwegian Wood. Putting every-day life things in orderly manner is actually very satisfactory. I even feel the beauty and peace when properly organizing my life.
The only thing really puzzled me is that when I woke up on Sunday (worked very late the night before), my nightstand on the other side of my bed was knocked over and the telephone set (which was on my nightstand) was lying on the floor. I must be very tired so that that noise didn't wake me at all. Did I flip and turn so much to knock over the nightstand?
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