Tomorrow is Day 23

You may recall that my back garden is a bit of a sprawling mess.  A Lilliputian would be lost forever out there.  I like to pretend that it is a "wild" garden.  Truth is... it's Wild.

I have a 4ft square clump of giant daisy's, (I don't know their real names.)  Picture an actual daisy, make the flower about 3 inches in diameter and stick it atop a three foot, rambling, reaching for the sunshine stalk.  I went out last weekend to hang out washing, only to be met by these sprawling white headed, pretty things.  They reached out waywardly, looking for a spot to bask in.  For some reason, they reminded me of very cute, slightly naughty 3 year olds.  They are not quite behaving, but they don't know what they're doing wrong.  They are beautiful and so full of joy, you cannot help but love and admire them and wouldn't dream of telling them off.

I woke for work on Sunday at 4.10, even though I had three alarms set for 5am.  I got up and out, no problem.  The work itself was fine but again, it was like a sauna.  I was sweating within 2 minutes of arriving in the building and as the hours progressed, so our energy was sapped.

I drove home with he window wound down, cool... cold air blowing on me, then I began to sneeze.  I probably have some kind of heat then cold induced pneumonia just in time for me to be off.

Tomorrow is day 23 in work.  It will be a packed day but I don't care.  It's only a day.  The least it will last will be 7.5 hours, I can't see it lasting more than 11 hours, then the drive home, by which point, I won't care because I have at least 4 days stretching out ahead of me, pure and absolute bliss, I can't wait.  Bring on tomorrow and let's get it out of the way.