Sitting on the bed with a sleepy cat, up at my parents’ place. I fell asleep earlier when I should have been doing some work. And now I’m awake and blogging instead of doing what I should be doing.
Actually, what I should be doing is packing boxes and throwing out 20 years’ of crap. But here I sit.
Saturday I fly back down to Sydney for a round of property inspections. Fingers crossed and prayers floated that I find something me and Dora the Explorer can live in without (a) going mad and (b) going broke.
I’m hopeful on both counts as there seems to be a lot of places for rent at the moment, but it’s just the logistics that are befuddling me at the moment.
I haven’t been on so many planes since my basketball reporting days. Good thing I don’t get plane crash dreams on a regular basis … oh wait … lol.
Ah well. Just got to get through the next 10 days making good progress every day, then I have a few days relaxing on a hot, sunny beach with several bottles of champagne and great company. And then the big push through to January 7.
I suspect starting a new job will be the relaxing part.