Today

[lnr]

Up relatively early. Meeting with James (hand over last week's sick note, say how yesterday went, have him tell me to just relax and not think about work for 6 weeks). Pick up some gubbins from the office. Pop in to gossip with Paul (and have my picture taken). Into town for lunch and a hug with Jan. Home to read and doze on sofa. Geeking while rjk is at karate. Off out to pub soon.

Comments

[juggzy.livejournal.com]

See. Even from the words you choose, and the order you choose to use them in, the prospect of six weeks off work makes you an-anhedonic (or whatever the phrase is).

Just have a glorious six weeks. It's the best time of year to do it. You lucky, lucky thing. Get a digital camera and look at the flowers. I mean this in a serious way. Catch the last of the snowdrops, now. Then the variety of daffodils and crocuses, and then we get the mid spring flowers, and the blossom on the trees. You are going to be off work for the time when the streets are paved in pink due to blossom fall. envy