Mood Indigo

Harry and I are through; the relationship was good, very good but it burned itself out towards the end in a final blaze of glory.
Oh my goodness but the climax was worth the wait, yes it was.
Which basically translates as I was up until 2am finishing the book.
Which basically translates as I was a sleep deprived bitch at work today.
I’m serious about the deteriorating language and the blog authorities… Ed.
It didn’t help that there was some power playing and politicking going on that caught me up in the crossfire. You’ll get the idea of how I was affected by it I was when I tell you I threatened to resign and move back to NZ 3x today…
This is largely because I had the most delightful phone call from Woh Woh (aged 2) yesterday who, like my young squire, insists that in every play phone call he makes he is talking to me. Sometimes his mum let’s him ring me just so that some days that’s actually true. We chatted about Thomas (the Tank Engine) and Alfie, the excavator and blew kisses at each other across the Tasman.
But the mood indigo is also about the fact that I really need a break from work, it’s been 6 months since my last time off, and as much as a trip back to NZ is always wonderful there really isn’t much time for lazing on the beach and reading novels and actually switching off. Something an ISTJ like me needs a fair bit of…
Which is what I should be doing next week. Instead of studying.
So, I’ve decided to schedule the time to make sure there is some time out scheduled as well. I mean, I live at the beach, maybe I should actually go there…
Until then I’ll keep breathing, and tonight I’ll take a bottle of bubbles to dinner where I’ll hang out with a couple of my favourite girls, talk about Macs and men and between us we’ll solve the problems of the world. Until I go back into the storm in the morning.
Hopefully, if I sleep a little longer tonight than I did last night I’ll float on the waves, however big they get.
Instead of sinking.