I am working not silly hours, tying up the last bits of work to completely my two contracts. I finally have time to breathe. And with every chance of a week off before I depart.
Due to a throat that was threatening to turn really nasty, I bailed on the show in Tauranga. It meant a precious four days at home and while I was REALLY SAD and had massive FOMO, I also got my living room tidied up, breaking down piles of C-rap that had solidified over the years. I mean, the walls are not lined with piled up newspapers, it's nothing like that, just clutter.
Now I can see surfaces! I found things!
There's something in all of this tidying, I feel calmer. But then, looking around my six paisley living room, calmness is all relative.
This evening I picked the boy up from the airport after his extended weekend stage managing the show and hanging out with friends, and I was missed.
Aww...
I love this photo. I look like a 1940s stage comedian!!
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