So that was Christmas Day. For the second year running I spent it at work. To be honest, I probably wasn't well enough, still, to go in. Lunchtime arrived and I'd started to feel rather tired and more than a little light-headed. I made a conscious effort to ease back and to take things quietly and was able to get through the day.
I have tomorrow (Boxing Day in the UK, St Stephen's Day here) off work, before going back on Monday. The fact that I'm not due in in the morning means that I can still be up at this time listening to the Ashes online.
I was looking at my roster at one point during the day today. I work Monday to Friday next week, have next Saturday off, work Sunday to Thursday, then have a long weekend before I start my new job on the 10th of January. The fact that in a little over a year I've gone from a temp to...something more impressive, seems a little surreal really. The doubts that I had about my employability seem to have been unfounded. Like anyone without searing self-confidence, there are still moments when I doubt that I'm going to be able to "cut it". Thankfully these moments are few and far between. I can do "words" me, and most of the new job is going to be producing the written word.
I've just glanced out of the window and the snow is thawing. The wind is rising and there is rain on the way. I can happily live with wind and rain but I'm kind of done with the snow and ice for a while. Depending on how much wind and rain there is when I wake up, I may go for a walk or I may not. My priority tomorrow is to relax, with thoughts of my lovely lady.
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