Yesterday...

I’m sure my hormones were well off the scale… I was so irritable it was nearly unbearable… and that was just for me not any poor sod that happened to have to interact with me…. Today fuelled by a good night’s sleep and some breakfast this morning… all seems to have returned to normal. The only residual effect seems to be that my brain was convinced that today is Wednesday… Oh evil reality, it’s definitely not Wednesday.

Darrell sent me a very comic story about his run in with rogue racoons at his house in Ottawa… Oh how I laughed. Poor sausage he was so traumatised… especially the point at which they broke into his basement for a second time and he thought they had murdered his cat! Bless!

Had a great catch up with Mum this weekend… She’s so cute. I can’t wait to see her at xmas… I think she’s quite intrigued to see me too in light of recent events.

I am so loving the fact that I rolled out of my flat at quarter past nine this morning and still didn’t get here very much past half past… My poor waistline however is going to suffer from the greatly reduced amount of cardio that will result… and my motivation to go to the gym is also faltering… help!

Well I best get on climbing up the massive workload that is festering on my desk… I simply must to a holiday summary soon. I’ll schedule time in this aft to write something… oh yes I’ve got pictures too.