This isn't really something that I've had an issue with before in my life, but pretty much since I started dating Peter, I've had to start scheduling days off from being social. And the weird thing is that it's not just Peter, it just started all around the same time. Suddenly I have this really wonderful and fulfilling life that's keeping me on my toes and not really allowing much time for, say, slow mornings, or chill-out evenings. For the most part, I'm okay with it, though I think the cats are getting a bit annoyed that I'm not here all the time to play with them. ^_^
I leave on holiday tomorrow with Peter to a world where there are no responsibilities and we can just sit about in front of a fire drinking vin chaud and playing cribbage. It's pretty much going to be paradise for 6 days, and it's well deserved on both parts. As luck would have it, I started getting sick while at work yesterday, which escalated until after I kicked the ladies out from my wee knitting club, and I pretty much passed out in bed after a fruitless search for NyQuil. Be that as it may, I have a feeling I'll be at least 90% by the time we fly off tomorrow, so hopefully my head won't explode with the change in pressure.
We've gotten our big freeze a little early this year, so it's been sunny but cold as fuck for the past week or so. Things are supposed to warm up this weekend, of course, while we're gone. I'll just be glad to not come back to snow or anything equally as horrendous. Rain, I can deal with, and actually miss.
