So work has seriously kicked off. I think it's that 'Christmas is coming' mentality setting in - oh fuck, say all of my clients, ever, at once, let's get that stuff sorted before the Christmas holidays! And I proceed to flip the flip out because I am incapable of any setting on my personal toaster between warm bread and JEEBERS TURN OFF THE SMOKE ALARMS.
(I wrote all of that, took a break, came back and whoa there Nelly I really do know how to torture a metaphor)
So yes, two months until Christmas. We are getting the Chrissy plans sorted. In case you care, we're off down the line for a wedding, a stay with my olds, a six hour car ride with my olds to get back to the 09 (emphasis added OMG), then spending Christmas eve with my wider maternal fam, Christmas day with a visit to P's dad and stepfam, the rest of the day with his Ma, brother and sister in law, then beach with friends for a week, whew. The shut down at our offices continues to the 12th, so there's talk of finding another beach after that with P's mum.
The late spring humidity has arrived with a vengeance and is doing a number on my coiffure. I think we all know how I feel about that. I'm taking it personally, is what I'm doing.
Also, my eyes are watering following quotes on replacing those rotten weatherboards. Turns out one side of the house is, to put it poetically, totally rooted. I think we knew that in our hearts but were practicing turning a blind eye. Home ownership and responsibility and whatnot, far out.