Finally Friday

So the week has crawled by, like a crippled snail trying to reach the opposite side of a 20-foot lawn while carrying its young, to finally reach Friday *.

Chinese Sad Associate is very glad that it is the end of the working week, too. She had a phenomenally bad blind date last night. Her blind date announced that he is usually quite late for dates, but that he had made an exception this time to be on time. He then went on to pay for only his portion of the meal and he asked for a doggy bag to take the leftovers home. He didn't escort her home, either. I think on a scale of 1 to 10, this blind date scores minus 5,000. She says she is never going to date a Hong Kong Chinese man again, and I really can't blame her.

But never mind. This evening, I am going to pick up my prize for patience at the airport. M. will be arriving in Hong Kong to stay for the next ten days. I am so thrilled at this, nothing can make me feel bad. I can't wait to see him.


* This would mean that the days passed by on average at 0.0000394570 miles per hour (if you start the snail on its track on Monday 00 hours and say it arrived at the other side of the lawn on Friday 00 hours - that's 96 hours). This is quite slow if you think about the fact that the Earth's rotation speed is above 1000 miles per hour (the Earth makes one rotation every 24 hours, covering approximately 25,000 miles). If we wanted to be more accurate in determining the speed of Earth's rotation based on my location in Hong Kong we could multiply the 1000 miles per hour by the cosine of Hong Kong's latitude, but I have no idea how to calculate that, although I must have known once upon a time since I did take high school level maths.

In short, this week has been Phenomenally Slow.