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Friday morning randomness
Jul. 9th, 2010 06:54 amYesterday I caught up with my Bingo-card-related reading. Yes, there's that much to do at work. It was highly enjoyable, though, and at least I'm not bored. Summer is like that here -- nothing much coming either from Vienna or the Powers That Be here in Skopje. Everybody's on holiday, and I frankly prefer being here and enjoying the quiet to playing sardines on some overcrowded beach.
Besides, the weather is exceptionally cool for this time of year -- 22° yesterday -- so the town isn't yet overheating, and neither is the embassy building.
Not much traffic either. Which observation leads me to a somewhat delicate topic: I ought to have started my driving lessons on Monday or Tuesday, but I don't want to. There must be an epic battle going on down in my subconscious, because I suddenly feel like not going out much and staying home, which is always a telltale sign. I'll use the weekend for a few in-depth talks with friends and family, to discuss the matter, and then I'll decide. The outcome will probably be a no, and then I'll be feeling better. I probably ought to have gone through with it last autumn, and the fact that I didn't -- if I had really, really wanted this, there would've been a way -- is a telltale sign all by itself. Boy, am I glad I haven't yet bought that car. Now that would've put me in a fix...
Boss sent a text message yesterday, asking for an extension of his leave till the 14th (originally he would have been back at work on the 13th). He also asked if that was ok with me, which of ourse it is. I'm here anyway, there's fuck-all to do, and he ought to get all the rest he can. Probably he'll be dashing around Austria (or whichever country he is in) like a mad dashing thing anyway, but how he decides to spend his holiday is up to him. I wish he was able just to let go and enjoy himself, but am pretty sure he's constitutionally unable to do that.
Cornelius is sitting on my lap in all his fat glory, and making endearing noises in order to get me to scratch his head in between bits of writing. Did I ever mention that he doesn't head-butt? I know that he was taken away from his mum too early, so obviously she didn't get round to teaching him, and neither did Lucius. Sometimes he head-butts my breasts, when he's sitting on my lap, but otherwise he just doesn't. It's a good thing I've got Lucius, too, who is an insistent if slightly violent head-butter.
Besides, the weather is exceptionally cool for this time of year -- 22° yesterday -- so the town isn't yet overheating, and neither is the embassy building.
Not much traffic either. Which observation leads me to a somewhat delicate topic: I ought to have started my driving lessons on Monday or Tuesday, but I don't want to. There must be an epic battle going on down in my subconscious, because I suddenly feel like not going out much and staying home, which is always a telltale sign. I'll use the weekend for a few in-depth talks with friends and family, to discuss the matter, and then I'll decide. The outcome will probably be a no, and then I'll be feeling better. I probably ought to have gone through with it last autumn, and the fact that I didn't -- if I had really, really wanted this, there would've been a way -- is a telltale sign all by itself. Boy, am I glad I haven't yet bought that car. Now that would've put me in a fix...
Boss sent a text message yesterday, asking for an extension of his leave till the 14th (originally he would have been back at work on the 13th). He also asked if that was ok with me, which of ourse it is. I'm here anyway, there's fuck-all to do, and he ought to get all the rest he can. Probably he'll be dashing around Austria (or whichever country he is in) like a mad dashing thing anyway, but how he decides to spend his holiday is up to him. I wish he was able just to let go and enjoy himself, but am pretty sure he's constitutionally unable to do that.
Cornelius is sitting on my lap in all his fat glory, and making endearing noises in order to get me to scratch his head in between bits of writing. Did I ever mention that he doesn't head-butt? I know that he was taken away from his mum too early, so obviously she didn't get round to teaching him, and neither did Lucius. Sometimes he head-butts my breasts, when he's sitting on my lap, but otherwise he just doesn't. It's a good thing I've got Lucius, too, who is an insistent if slightly violent head-butter.
