Drizzle Again. Meh.
What does the sun look like, huh?
I do not have joy.

Heh, Autumn is coming. Things smell different already. It's odd how everything changes at this time of year. I don't quite need the SAD light yet, but I can feel it looming over the horizon. Luckily it's coming over next week, hopefully the Earth's orbit will not tilt too far before then.

I have such a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Everything is so real and multi-dimensional. Seeing, feeling, smelling all connect at such a deep level that everything hurts that it's so beautiful. I want to hold onto everything, take it inside me and clutch it tight forever. It's as though my brain KNOWS it's going to not feel anything for 6 months and is going crazy trying to experience things before the portcullis falls.

If I hadn't already had my seizure I'd call this the warning period. Everything seems the wrong way round this year.

Oh boy, never have I been so glad of a weekend. The invisble wiggly worms seemed never ending this week. Today it got so dreary we were laying bets on how many there would be in each tube. I lost. Pretty regularly.

Ah well, it's over now. The weekend is ahead and it's finally stopped raining (wet cycle this morning was wet, cycle clothes had to be sneaked into the dryer before I could bear to put them back on again).

And now it's time for Quantum Leap. This week Sam is a woman. S'gonna be brilliant.

And some tourism. Woohoo! (There's a CASTLE)

Days of Holiday remaining on contract: 4
Weeks of contract left to run: 1
Result - Treehugger gets ALL the days off.

:D

Well, not quite all the days. But pretty close! Today, Monday and next Friday. Yay!

Tis a good thing, as BigSis is arriving this evening for an Irish holiday weekend and I need to prepare. There's not that much left to do, I've ironed the bedding, made the bed (HOW HARD ARE DOUBLE BEDS TO MAKE? Seriously. Why on EARTH do people sleep in them? Apart from the obvious of course). I've hoovered (will hoover again just in case) and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen.

Today there will be making of lasagne and bread. The lasagne for when we get back tonight, a quick re-heat and DINNER! Woohoo.

But there will be lots of resting. Lots and lots. Because it became clear this week that I am BONE tired. Every single thing I had to do this week was just too much effort. However, after last night's early night and this morning's lie-in I already feel a little more perky. With lots of sitting down on and off (and maybe a nap) I should be ready/willing/able for the weekend of fun planned ahead. And have enough energy to whip up an acceptable amount of excitement.

Weather looks pretty good though. Fingers crossed.

Today I have mostly been digging holes^[1] in fields with cows in, fields that have had cows in and fields that will have cows in soon. There were a LOT of holes.

We saw 6 bulls. Two bulls saw us.

And we still never found a brown podzolic. *sigh* Good job the weather was awesome :D

Now we shall go for foods. Tasty foods. I have deserved foods. (I was allowed an ice-cream on the way home for being a good worker. Yay ice-cream)



^[1]Very small holes. Which we filled in again immediately after. We're very careful about that. Once we're done you'd never know we'd been there.

Violence and running around and short shorts and very fast paced play and wow. I LOVE this game. Only wish I had known this when I was a young un. I'm a bit to old to enjoy getting twatted about the hands/shins by a slab of wood. The sun shone and it was a lovely day. Has been a pretty awesome weekend all round yesterday. One teeny rain shower, but that meant I was forced to stay in and unpack the box marked "photos". Found some from my Masters and our trip to Venice. I'd forgotten any had been taken! Good memories.

Live games are definitely better than tv. There was shouting. Encouragement of course! Though the odd moment of abuse might have slipped out. I blame it on the Hot Thermos of Coffee with a Wee Dram slipped into it.

In the lull, halfway through the second half, I had a terrible urge to yell "YOU'RE A W***ER NUMBER NINE". But I resisted it. Didn't think anyone but me would find it funny.

Oh, and Wexford lost. Of course. Ah well.

This coming week is St Paddy's Day. We get the day off! Currently feeling very Irish.

Having brilliant time with sweetsyren, watched "How To Tame Your Dragon" last night. Everyone together now... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Today the sun is shining (shhhh, don't scare it away again) so there may even be venturing outside into the great blue room. TH wants to see The River.

At 2am.

After having to change planes and other exciting things. Oh they were exciting.

Anyway, I'm home, I'm tired, but there's underfloor heating and the view (snow, snow and more snow) is magnificent.

Hopefully I'll be more comprehensible after I sleep.

Wow.

That is really all I can say about that. Though if pressed I could go a little further I suppose. If pressed.

Monday: It has snowed! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Going for a walk to look at the pretty (including standing on lake until it cracked and marvelling at the 2cm thick ice.
c) Building a 6ft tall phallus complete with testicles.

Tuesday: It has snowed again! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Complaining about the cold.
c) Building a "Mr T" snowman, complete with mohawk, biceps and medalion. (the snow was wetter and more sculptable).

Students were requested to remove items from the phallus so that it looked a little less realistic. They did so. Snow sculpture was still pretty obviously what it was.

( Anyone still reading? )

Oh, and the snow/perfect peace on Sunday meant I finally got the chapter of fic finished that I've been battering at for almost 3 years now. There are no words for the glee. No words.

And now I have wine. And Wifi. A great combination.