16 May / Winter holidays
This morning when my alarm went off I didn’t have to worry about getting up. My Saturday alarm is only set for 6.00am anyway (an hour later than normal), and for the sole purpose of waking me up so that my darling can get to the Supermarket before the standard human beings arrive to begin shopping.
This usually entails me spending yet one more day of the week being woken early and getting up before any bone in my body actually thinks it should.
But not today.
My holiday officially started on the dot of three-thirty on Friday afternoon, and I don’t need to worry about getting to the supermarket early, because there’s plenty of non-standard human being hours that the supermarket is open when you don’t have to go to work.
Tomorrow we’re even heading away for a couple of nights** so we can relax in the beautiful pools of Hanmer Springs, and maybe think about walking up Conical Hill. And then maybe not walking up Conical Hill.
That’s all the plans I have so far. I may do a bit of writing, a bit of blogging, a bit of crossing things out angrily and then typing them back in almost exactly the same.
I may look into a bit of World Domination if I have the time. That sounds like a right bit of fun.
But most of all I’ll be shaking all of the work thoughts that cram into my head all day every day while I’m at work out of my head so that I can reset, recharge, and relax.
Who’s a good little holiday, eh? Who’s a good holiday? You are. Yes you are. You’re a good holiday.
**if you’re a burglar that was a joke and we have a dog