Weekend cometh...

I have had a hairy few days with watching persons involved in my project exchange acerbic letters and increasingly polite tart communicating and muttering insults under their breath. This is of course a complete exaggeration.... However some tense moments have come and passed before me. In hindsight it is a little amusing but in the moment it was very stressful. Each man defends his empire and throwing arrows over the castle wall at the barbarian invaders and usurping naughty people.


(Could I be more obscure?)

I am a little tired however again from this silly busy schedule. I nearly brushed my teeth on three separate occasions in the space of 30 minutes the other night. Well I succeeded the first two times and then in the third time I realised that my minty fresh breath was in fact minty fresh. So I had to moosh the toothpaste back into the tube. Which was not very appetising the next morning for after breakfast teeth cleaning (Wait... is toothpaste supposed to be appetising?)

I also find my self waking up with my alarm at 6:00am and 6:15am and 6:30am. I lie in bed and think about how wonderful it is that I have woken up early and all the things I will get done that day because I woke up early and how productive I will be and how early I will be able to leave work… and in the process I go back to sleep dreaming about productivity and wake up later when it is late and I have to fly out the door.

And now the weekend dawns and I have plans of doing nothing all weekend long. Except I know that I won’t. Ill be shopping and cleaning and tidying and coffee-ing and wandering and washing and hanging and brownie-ing.

In other news, I have decided to make use of the fact that I get a holiday from work between Christmas and New Years and that I have some leave days collected up and I wanna wanna wanna wanna go on a holiday. I have been saving up for another overseas experience since forever and I have a tidy budget amount inside my head. My plan is to simply vanish for two weeks. Trouble is who will take photographic proof if I go on holiday alone? It irks me that everyone else is going on overseas holidays and I am not and for teh only reason of that I am cautious about going alone and I have so many other things to distract me from teh passing of time.

So Ill be meeting with my friendly travel agent tomorrow…. Unless anyone wants to host a visitor to your country/province/city/town for a week or two? (I think I would settle for Paarl or Parys even) It would save me a tidy sum in organised tour guide fees….