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squeefulfish) wrote2007-10-28 10:41 pm
squeefulfish) wrote2007-10-28 10:41 pm
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So I took the weekend off. Mostly. Spent three hours last night arranging placement documents and associated papers, such as very bad maps (note to self: Naas, find out where it is. Both the town and the hospital.) into chronological order, but moving around paper isn't really work.
I did nothing. I baked some, I spent a lot of time chasing Emma around the house, talked properly to J for the first time in months, did another clear-out of books and clothes I don't want anymore, I read some fiction. Fiction! I did some reading about milk kinship which is a fascinating idea. I did some weeding. Tomorrow I'm going to attack some bushes. I feel bloody great! 5 weeks without taking a day off study/general girl bits reading was taking its toll. Having some semblance of a social life over the last fortnight has been luvverly, too. There was a great big painful knot in my upper back. It's gone. The latest batch of mead is clearing nicely and should be ready to bottle in a couple of months and the wines are bubbling away delightfully. Putting on an experimental gallon of cinnamon and clove mead tomorrow. Won't be ready for Christmas, but there's always next year. Oooh, and I found a Christmas pudding in the dresser. I'm not sure if I want to investigate that. Meh, that's what the boyfriends of my sisters are for.
Still want a weekend or something away from Dublin/Drogheda, but it's back to a want. Not a need.
Back to work tomorrow, need to do some poking in many different places. Few of them fun. Er, actually, long shot but don't suppose anyone has a copy of "Thirty five a side"?
I did nothing. I baked some, I spent a lot of time chasing Emma around the house, talked properly to J for the first time in months, did another clear-out of books and clothes I don't want anymore, I read some fiction. Fiction! I did some reading about milk kinship which is a fascinating idea. I did some weeding. Tomorrow I'm going to attack some bushes. I feel bloody great! 5 weeks without taking a day off study/general girl bits reading was taking its toll. Having some semblance of a social life over the last fortnight has been luvverly, too. There was a great big painful knot in my upper back. It's gone. The latest batch of mead is clearing nicely and should be ready to bottle in a couple of months and the wines are bubbling away delightfully. Putting on an experimental gallon of cinnamon and clove mead tomorrow. Won't be ready for Christmas, but there's always next year. Oooh, and I found a Christmas pudding in the dresser. I'm not sure if I want to investigate that. Meh, that's what the boyfriends of my sisters are for.
Still want a weekend or something away from Dublin/Drogheda, but it's back to a want. Not a need.
Back to work tomorrow, need to do some poking in many different places. Few of them fun. Er, actually, long shot but don't suppose anyone has a copy of "Thirty five a side"?