Usually, We'd Be in London by Now

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoA new week arrived this morning with all the ceremony of a bin lorry — noisy, inevitable, and not especially interested in whether I was ready for it. I wasn't, particularly. Mondays rarely ask permission.

There's a particular flatness that comes at this point in the year, and I know exactly where it comes from. Normally, by now, we'd be in London. Cool air with a bit of an edge to it, the light going amber by late afternoon, that specific pleasure of walking somewhere without a plan and ending up in a bookshop you didn't mean to enter. The body seems to keep its own calendar, quite independent of the one on the wall, and mine has been quietly flicking through pages and looking up expectantly. Nothing doing this year. So the mood sat a bit low, not dramatically, just a background hum, like a fridge you only notice when you're trying to think.

Irfan is still here, at least. Two more weeks before he goes. That's the sort of thing you tell yourself is plenty of time, and it is, right up until it isn't. I've learned not to make too much of the countdown — nobody enjoys being treated as a departure lounge — so I mostly just note it privately and try to make sure the ordinary days between now and then are decent ones. There's something to be said for the last stretch before someone leaves. It's rarely the grand farewell dinner you remember. It's the two of you in the kitchen at an odd hour, agreeing that the kettle is taking its time.

Work was slow today. Not slow in the sense of dragging, but slow in the way a river is slow — moving steadily, going somewhere, unhurried about the whole business. Days like that are underrated. Nothing arrived that needed to be solved in the next five minutes, and so things got done properly rather than merely quickly. I got through what needed getting through. No heroics. No fires. Just a sequence of tasks that agreed to be finished in the order I attempted them, which is more courtesy than one usually gets.

And yet by the end of it I was thoroughly done in. That's the odd arithmetic of a gentle day: you'd think the tiredness would scale with the drama, but it doesn't. Steady effort has its own weight, and it settles on you all at once somewhere around the drive home, when the podcast you've been half-listening to finishes and you realise you couldn't summarise a word of it.

So, an early night. No principled stand on wellness, no elaborate wind-down. Just an honest assessment of my own capacity, which had run out somewhat before the evening had. Bed, at an hour I'd have found faintly embarrassing twenty years ago and now regard as one of life's quieter luxuries.

London will still be there next year. Tonight, a pillow will do.

A Weekend Wrapped in Haze

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoThe weekend turned up on schedule, though it brought a slightly murkier version of itself than usual — that particular haze that settles over the Klang Valley every so often and quietly flattens the whole sky into one uncommitted shade of grey. Not dramatic, not alarming, just the sort of weather that makes staying in feel less like a decision and more like the day agreeing with you before you'd even asked.

Morning rounds still had to happen, weekend or not — haze doesn't get you out of that particular commitment, however much it might argue for staying under the duvet a little longer. Brisk, done, out of the way early enough that the rest of the day could be claimed properly rather than merely inherited.

After that, the plan, such as it was, amounted to not really having one. No lunch outing this time, no reason invented to leave the house before it was strictly necessary — just the quiet decision to let the haze keep its sky and let the indoors keep its residents. There's a particular contentment to a day with nowhere urgent to be, especially one where the air outside isn't putting up much of a case for itself either.

Indoors, then, for the bulk of the day — unremarkable in the best possible way, the kind of stretch that doesn't generate anecdotes because nothing needed to happen for it to count as time well spent. The sort of pause a week occasionally deserves without having to justify it.

Evening eventually pulled everyone back out, pasar malam being the sort of fixture that survives even a hazy weekend — there's something reliably good-natured about a night market, haze or no haze, all string lights and predictable smells doing their best to compensate for whatever the sky's been up to all day. On the way, a stop at Alpha Angle, which broke up the journey nicely and gave the outing a proper shape rather than just a destination.

Once back, the evening settled indoors again, closing the day the way it opened — unhurried, undemanding, content to let the haze have the outdoors while everyone else got on with something considerably more comfortable. No great plans for the rest of the night, and none particularly missed.

It's the kind of day that's easy to undersell purely because so much of it happened at home — but there's a case to be made for a weekend that asks for almost nothing back. Rounds handled early, a market visited late, and everything in between spent exactly where it felt right to be. The haze may have taken the view; it didn't take much else.

The Episode That Will Have to Wait

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoAlmost the weekend — that pleasant ante-room of a day where the week is nearly done and you can feel it loosening its grip. The morning arrived sunny, and stayed that way, the brightness holding steady from the first cup of coffee right through to the evening. There's a reliability to our weather here that the English would find almost suspicious; it simply gets on with being hot and doesn't make a performance of it.

Which is more than can be said for London at the moment. Irfan, back home with us now, has timed his return rather well — the reports from over there are of a proper heatwave, records tumbling, the kind of temperatures that send an entire country into a quiet panic about whether the trains will run. There's a particular comedy, watching from this side of the world, in a place so thoroughly undone by a fortnight of sunshine we'd consider unremarkable. I'm glad he's here and not melting on a stationary platform somewhere, fanning himself with a newspaper and muttering about it. He chose the right time to come home.

Clinic, for once, behaved itself. Smooth from start to finish, and — small miracle — it actually finished on time, that rarest of professional pleasures. I've learned to be slightly distrustful of a session that runs to schedule, as though the day is merely saving its complications for later. But none came. I got away clean, and home early, with the evening laid out ahead of me like an unexpected gift.

I joined Anita at Mid Valley for a quick dinner — nothing elaborate, just the easy convenience of meeting in the middle of things and eating without ceremony. There's a comfort in the ordinary outing, the familiar walk through familiar crowds, dinner that asks nothing more than to be pleasant and brief. It was both.

And then, home, I made the mistake of sitting down. I can feel a cold gathering somewhere behind the eyes — that faint, prickling premonition of being properly unwell in a day or two — and the body, sensing weakness, took its chance. I sat in front of the television fully intending to watch something, and instead surrendered almost immediately to the most undignified sort of evening sleep: chin dropping, the programme carrying on without me, waking with that disoriented jolt to find an hour gone and no memory of any of it.

So Star City remains unwatched. I've been meaning to start it for days now — the For All Mankind spin-off, all alternate history and cosmonauts, exactly my sort of thing — and yet every evening it patiently waits while I find some new way to be too tired for it. Tonight the cold made the decision for me. The episode will keep. It isn't going anywhere, and frankly neither am I.

A good enough day to end the week on. Sunny, on time, early home — and undone, in the gentlest possible way, by a sofa and an oncoming sniffle.

It's Friday

The week seem to have breezed through really fast. And it had been one of those productive week where I really got plenty done.

And this had also been the longest stint I had without beeping on call for a long time.

From last month, I have reduced my General Medical commitment at work and contrasting more on Haematology. Alhamdulillah, I had been busier but more focused. The majority of my inpatient now were with Haematology diseases and I got plenty of satisfaction in getting them sorted out.

I am still in the rota and will be on call this Sunday. But now, my calls were pretty spaced out and should I do a couple of duties close together, I had plenty of breathing after that.

This wedding also marked my wedding anniversary and Anita planned a nice dinner tomorrow. Looking forward to that.

At the meantime, I planned to get more stuff done tonight, plenty of reading, plus an early night ...

Rainy Hazard

Peak hour traffic in the heavy rain was never fun. There might be water logged road, slow traffic and slick driving surface. There is another hazard in Lembah Kelang however especially on the highways.

Motorcyclists!

They smart danger in clearest of weather but during rain, they tended to stop as a group under shades of bridges. This morning, they occupied the two left lanes along Federal Highway under a few of the bridges as I was making my way to work.

It happened on both sides of the road ...This created extra jam as the lanes were practically closed. Imagine if you were driving fast having to apply your brakes on such atrocious conditions.

Federal Highway has their own motorcycle lanes but they were not well maintained and tended to be closed at areas where constructions were going on - which in KL meant everywhere! Ten year back, motorcycles were banned on rolled inner city highways. But the ban had been lifted since. They use the highway for free and weaving in-between the fast lanes will create problem.

A few months back there we're mbps ends where a car ploughed into this crowd of cyclists causing a few deaths. I guessed the lessons were never learned ... I am not campaigning that they were banned again but a solution must be found and the way I see it, they need a dedicated lane for themselves as well as proper shade stops during rain. Good luck to that ...