Bravely, however, I fought it all the way and showed up at work almost close to being on sorta time-ish for the rest of the week. I made myself walk the few blocks from my free neighbourhood parking spot every day, because my back has been acting up again (la la la what next). And really, by the time I'd done that and gotten myself home and run the errands that seem to be necessary nearly every day, I was worn out and the rest of each day disappeared in a haze. How do they do that?
Anyway, I'm going to be healthy from now on, because not being is too annoying.
Yesterday was our writing retreat day, which always zips past, but is so refreshing. It was my turn to choose the movie, so I brought over our newish copy of Sherman Alexei's wonderful film, The Business of Fancy Dancing. This was, I think, the third time I've seen it including once in the theatre, and I love it every time.
Today, in between deep-cleaning the kitchen, we went to see (and enjoyed) The Golden Compass, though I can see how people have complained that the pace is too headlong.
Really, we shouldn't have spared the time. We're way behind on all our holiday preparations still, and my parents get here in four days. FOUR DAYS!
This should be interesting. See Neile attempt not to panic. Or is it attempt to make herself care? Really, I'm not sure which.
See my Les Semaines journal site for my listening report (lame), reading report, writing report, and 1994 journal entries (lame for the day, but we are still on the Orkneys in June 1994).