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The second part of my week off
Dec. 13th, 2010 01:44 am... i.e. Thursday, Friday and weekend, has been almost exclusively dedicated to playing, either tennis or with Lola. Well, and I went to the hairdresser's on Thursday.
So, Thursday was: Lola, hair, tennis, Lola, tennis
Friday: Lola, tennis, tennis, Lola
Saturday: Lola, gym, lunch with Pinar, my Turkish colleague, Lola, dinner with friends
Sunday: Tennis, Lola, tennis, home for a bit, Lola.
Then I gave the key to Stefanie, who will visit the Black Beast tomorrow morning, and Alexandra will be back tomorrow by noon.
The Black Beast needs a companion, and she needs him/her ASAP -- she's way too full of energy to stay on her own for extended periods of time, and even if I go to her twice a day during the three weeks Alexandra will be absent over xmas, it won't be sufficient. Fortunately Alexandra is willing to take in a second cat anway, so she'll just have to be persuaded that it must be done now. Not easy for a first-time cat owner, but it will really be for the best. Plus, another kitty will get a home.
My right arm is a bit miffed, probably because I broke the strings of my racquet on Thursday during the first lesson and had to play the rest of the first and the whole second lesson with the heavier racquets Valentina and Elena gave me. Still, I think it 's not serious. Let's hope I'm right.
Why am I still up at this time of night? Because I was being an idiot and forgot to take my pills etc. before falling asleep on the couch, and for some obscure reason taking them during the couch-bed transfer results in not being able to fall asleep again for some time. Stupid, really, because I won't be as well rested tomorrow, erm, today as I would like to be.
I heard through the grapevine (which is usually quite a dependable source of information) that Mr H will leave soon -- I suppose they're not going to sack him but simply won't extend his contract, so he'll probably take what leave he's got left and be gone by Christmas. If this turns out to be correct, I'm of course not going to make any move whatsoever. It just wouldn't be worth it, no matter if the answer is yes or no; a two-week affair would be just enough to result in something more serious on my side and consequently heartbreak, and OTOH the more probable No Thanks and resulting frustration is too high a price to pay for a potential two-week affair. Another triumph of sense over sensibility. Romance is truly dead, but I'd rather romance was the victim than my pride and dignity.
Off to bed now.
So, Thursday was: Lola, hair, tennis, Lola, tennis
Friday: Lola, tennis, tennis, Lola
Saturday: Lola, gym, lunch with Pinar, my Turkish colleague, Lola, dinner with friends
Sunday: Tennis, Lola, tennis, home for a bit, Lola.
Then I gave the key to Stefanie, who will visit the Black Beast tomorrow morning, and Alexandra will be back tomorrow by noon.
The Black Beast needs a companion, and she needs him/her ASAP -- she's way too full of energy to stay on her own for extended periods of time, and even if I go to her twice a day during the three weeks Alexandra will be absent over xmas, it won't be sufficient. Fortunately Alexandra is willing to take in a second cat anway, so she'll just have to be persuaded that it must be done now. Not easy for a first-time cat owner, but it will really be for the best. Plus, another kitty will get a home.
My right arm is a bit miffed, probably because I broke the strings of my racquet on Thursday during the first lesson and had to play the rest of the first and the whole second lesson with the heavier racquets Valentina and Elena gave me. Still, I think it 's not serious. Let's hope I'm right.
Why am I still up at this time of night? Because I was being an idiot and forgot to take my pills etc. before falling asleep on the couch, and for some obscure reason taking them during the couch-bed transfer results in not being able to fall asleep again for some time. Stupid, really, because I won't be as well rested tomorrow, erm, today as I would like to be.
I heard through the grapevine (which is usually quite a dependable source of information) that Mr H will leave soon -- I suppose they're not going to sack him but simply won't extend his contract, so he'll probably take what leave he's got left and be gone by Christmas. If this turns out to be correct, I'm of course not going to make any move whatsoever. It just wouldn't be worth it, no matter if the answer is yes or no; a two-week affair would be just enough to result in something more serious on my side and consequently heartbreak, and OTOH the more probable No Thanks and resulting frustration is too high a price to pay for a potential two-week affair. Another triumph of sense over sensibility. Romance is truly dead, but I'd rather romance was the victim than my pride and dignity.
Off to bed now.
