When It Rains, It Pours

There has been no rain here in Bermuda for the past 3 weeks. And yet, I feel like there's a dark cloud hanging over me.



I guess it started when my mother-in-law came to Bermuda. It wasn't bad having her here. In fact, I liked it when she was here because my wife was so happy. But that was the same time the dark cloud appeared.



First, I joined a new group at work. I got this crazy schedule and a very demanding client. The fact that I have to come in an hour early to work and go home on hour late just made it worse.



Then our air conditioner broke. Hell on earth! 85 degrees every day and the sea air. We couldn't even breath when we're at home. Some days I wanted to buy a tent and camp outside. At least it's cooler than in the bedroom.



After that, my bike broke down. Another hell on earth. I feel like I broke both my legs. It took my mechanic 2 weeks to get the bike back to me.



Then last Saturday, the bike broke down again. At least it can still move, I thought. But I have to turn the throttle whenever the bike stops moving or the engine shuts down. I tried getting an appointment at my mechanic's Monday morning but they were fully booked.



To top it all off, I got a traffic summons yesterday. Me? Come on. I'm the most caustious driver in the world. I never drive above 60 kmh on a bike. Ever! And here this police officer said I broke 71. On my bike? That is just ridiculous. And when I wanted to see the radar reading, he won't let me. And now I have to go to court just so I can pay my fine. And that's in August. Bummer.



I don't know. Even in draught season, the rain drops keep falling on my head and the rest of my effing life. Well....