I’m supposed to be writing my quota of words for NaNoWriMo, but there’s a problem.
After a late night, the Maple Leafs are playing the Philadelphia Flyers at 9 am our time, Brisbane, so I’ve got to get up and put it on.
And, yes, the usual problem crops up, the internet is running slowly and connecting to the live feed is traumatic. It starts working, just in time for the national anthems, and once again we are able to hear that of our adopted country, Canada.
Then we get to see the first few minutes before the internet dies. What can you expect when the government takes on a huge infrastructure project. Delays, cost overruns, and compromises as it looks to rein in costs. Result, an internet that’s utter crap.
We get to see parts of the first period, none of the second. I call my daughter who’s as invested in ice hockey as we are, and tells us she’s using a different host. We change, and it all comes good, so much so we get to see the last period, the overtime, and then an exemplary bout of goal keeping from Frederick Anderson, to win us the game in the shootout.
By that time it’s after noon.
Time for writing? No. I have to make some meatball pasta with spaghetti for tonight.
That consumes the next couple of hours.
Now the cricket is on, Australia playing Pakistan in a T20, and as we don’t usually have time to watch it, today we do.