I got a bunch of books from the library (one serious and two fluffy -- sometimes I want some brainless zero-calorie reading) and baked a batch of shortbread cookies today -- I'm ready for a week's leave from work.
Not that I have nothing else to do to fill my days for the coming week. I need to get a microwave (the existing one gave up the ghost after six years' service); do an Ikea run for a bedside lamp (the last in the set of two pretty but cheap ones from Thailand finally blew; it isn't the bulb -- L changed it but it still flickers -- and I don't trust it because the other lamp in the set previously tripped the electricity for the whole house); get my passport renewed (I'm thinking of getting the new biometric one); get a haircut; get Queeni groomed; and she also has an appointment on Friday with Dr T for her quarterly post-cancer check-up.
So... busy, busy, busy. I think I'm busier when I'm not working than when I am.
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When I booked out from army for the first time in 3 weeks I spent my time walking around in Causeway Point just enjoying the fact that I can walk slowly doing nothing and no one will scream at me. I think when you are stuck in a high-stress environment all day, you spend your time off just nua-ing.
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