This week seemed long for some reason. No particular reason, just another one of those "treading water, waiting for something to happen" weeks. Main news this week, my options to move from the now condemned office, will not become reality until at least September. September? I'm ready to go now, right this second. Still, nothing I can do about it.
We have had sunshine for most of this week and, hold on to your hats... the windows in work have actually been cracked open. I know, must actually be Summer after all.
I had physio on Thursday, I was so glad to see my physio. It's been eight weeks since my last appointment and I felt like I had seized up, despite the dance cardio efforts. Physio advises me that my muscles had gone into spasm but no permanent set back for leaving it for so long. She loosened everything up and I felt better, instantly.
I went to see my friend Carol on Tuesday evening. Aiming to leave at 6.30, I went to get ready at 6.15, already showered with head blasted dry, I just need to curl eyelashes, apply a lick of mascara and a swoosh of lip balm and I'll be off. I have one eye clamped with the curlers when my phone rings, it takes me four rings to reach the phone.
"Where were you?" It's J, she's on holiday down south somewhere. I explained that I had one eye clamped in eyelash curlers which she thought was hysterical, doesn't everyone do this? Am I not perfectly normal?
After a brief chat, I'm heading for Carol's and 45 minutes later, I'm there. I have a fabulous time, we have so much in common that I joke that we are Universal twins, except that C is three years younger. The latest thing we have in common is that her sister is moving to Wanganui, now then, did we drive through there or was that Rotorua?
Anyway, I get home and of course, I'm wide awake after the drive, it's way past my usual bedtime but I had a really great time. I paid for it the next day, but it was well worth the sleep deprivation.
Next evening, B phones, "I phoned last night, where were you?" I've decided that I should either get out more often or stay in and just don't answer the phone.
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