Yesterday evening was lovely. Out for a meal with my Lovely Lady and then to the movies to watch Celebration Day.
Call it a happiness hangover maybe but today has been a strange one. When one is working for a living one expects some days to be more stressful than others but I'm not talking about stress, necessarily. It's just been kinda...weird. There's been a lot more bustle out in the square than usual for one thing, and I certainly didn't expect to spend part of the evening having an e-mail conversation with a house-hunting ex-DJ.
So tomorrow is Friday and it'll be a week until the blessed relief of payday. Of course, I have to get through the weekend to get there but I'll pull my big boy pants on, square my shoulders and cope like a man (i.e. whinging and complaining). I've spectacularly failed to do any housework at all this week, aside from running the vacuum cleaner round quickly, so I'll have plenty to keep me busy.
I'm sat here just waiting for the computer keyboard to come up with something that I can work more Led Zeppelin lyrics into. I guess it's not going to happen, unless I'm less than subtle about it, though.
"If my wings should fail me, Lord, please meet me with another pair."
As I have another alarm call to answer in the morning, I'd better stop tapping away. The typing is starting to fail me and what little inspiration I sat down with has run as dry as a very, very dry thing.
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