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But kind of inevitable, though PMS merely provides an appropriate background (black, low growls).
Firstly, the fog: Since Saturday Skopje has been enveloped in dense, almost impenetrable fog. All flights cancelled. The fog is still here today, as thick as ever, i.e. Alexandra won't be coming back today. So Lola duty continues. I'd been looking foward to coming home before 7.30 for a change, but at least today that's not going to happen.
Secondly, I really have to get a new laptop before I smash this one to pieces. It's old, and it's slow, but today took the biscuit -- 20 minutes from pushing the on switch to starting internet radio.
Thirdly, I gave myself a cut yesterday when doing pedicure. Ouch. Left foot, outside, 2 cm under pinky toe. Bloody ouch.
Did I mention PMS? Oh yes, I did.
On the plus side, the day can only get better. (Famous last words, anyone?)
ETA: Fate is smiling upon me, it seems. Alexandra's flight has only been diverted to Ohrid, not cancelled. This means she'll arrive in Skopje some time around 4 p.m. Not very pleasant for her, but since the fog is expected to stay at least till tomorrow, postponing the flight to tomorrow wouldn't have made sense.
Also, the quarterly report is finished.
Also, because I'm sure everybody is just *dying* for Mr H-related news ;-D -- no Mr H-related news. None. Whatsoever. I don't know whether he's here, in Vienna, or anywhere else, and it seems as if he might have left without so much as a word.
Don't even say it.
I know.
But it helps -- maybe what I needed wasn't closure but anger. So I hope he's really gone, because there'll be a bit more anger, and then he'll fade into a semi-pleasant memory.
2nd ETA: Still moderately pissed-off, though now almost without reason except for PMS, and tired, too, in spite of sufficient sleep. On the plus side, there will be tennis at 4.30, and then a cozy evening at home with ze boyz.
Poor Alexandra didn't land in Ohrid but Thessaloniki. Should have gone on to Ohrid from there but escaped plane -- which was obviously an option offered to the travellers -- and organized transport to Skopje. Should arrive around 6 p.m., poor thing. But Lola will have mother goddess back, and I'm allowed to go home right after tennis.
Stefan told me to bring my laptop to work tomorrow, so he can run a clean-up programme and compartmentalize my hard drive properly. *smooches Stefan* So I'll be able to postpone acquisition of new laptop for a bit longer -- it's not about the money, I just don't feel like it, stupid as that may sound. Have not been feeling like it for about a year, to be honest.
Bugger, I'm tired, coffee notwithstanding. But only little more than an hour to go. And there's leftover risotto or lasagna at home, and ingredients for a salad to go with it. And wine. And books, and boyz, and my couch. All of which I richly deserve, because I haven't killed anybody so far.
Firstly, the fog: Since Saturday Skopje has been enveloped in dense, almost impenetrable fog. All flights cancelled. The fog is still here today, as thick as ever, i.e. Alexandra won't be coming back today. So Lola duty continues. I'd been looking foward to coming home before 7.30 for a change, but at least today that's not going to happen.
Secondly, I really have to get a new laptop before I smash this one to pieces. It's old, and it's slow, but today took the biscuit -- 20 minutes from pushing the on switch to starting internet radio.
Thirdly, I gave myself a cut yesterday when doing pedicure. Ouch. Left foot, outside, 2 cm under pinky toe. Bloody ouch.
Did I mention PMS? Oh yes, I did.
On the plus side, the day can only get better. (Famous last words, anyone?)
ETA: Fate is smiling upon me, it seems. Alexandra's flight has only been diverted to Ohrid, not cancelled. This means she'll arrive in Skopje some time around 4 p.m. Not very pleasant for her, but since the fog is expected to stay at least till tomorrow, postponing the flight to tomorrow wouldn't have made sense.
Also, the quarterly report is finished.
Also, because I'm sure everybody is just *dying* for Mr H-related news ;-D -- no Mr H-related news. None. Whatsoever. I don't know whether he's here, in Vienna, or anywhere else, and it seems as if he might have left without so much as a word.
Don't even say it.
I know.
But it helps -- maybe what I needed wasn't closure but anger. So I hope he's really gone, because there'll be a bit more anger, and then he'll fade into a semi-pleasant memory.
2nd ETA: Still moderately pissed-off, though now almost without reason except for PMS, and tired, too, in spite of sufficient sleep. On the plus side, there will be tennis at 4.30, and then a cozy evening at home with ze boyz.
Poor Alexandra didn't land in Ohrid but Thessaloniki. Should have gone on to Ohrid from there but escaped plane -- which was obviously an option offered to the travellers -- and organized transport to Skopje. Should arrive around 6 p.m., poor thing. But Lola will have mother goddess back, and I'm allowed to go home right after tennis.
Stefan told me to bring my laptop to work tomorrow, so he can run a clean-up programme and compartmentalize my hard drive properly. *smooches Stefan* So I'll be able to postpone acquisition of new laptop for a bit longer -- it's not about the money, I just don't feel like it, stupid as that may sound. Have not been feeling like it for about a year, to be honest.
Bugger, I'm tired, coffee notwithstanding. But only little more than an hour to go. And there's leftover risotto or lasagna at home, and ingredients for a salad to go with it. And wine. And books, and boyz, and my couch. All of which I richly deserve, because I haven't killed anybody so far.
