Zombies.

It becomes apparent, at times, that I have chose a very draining job. It leeches it out of me. Sometimes, I get home, and its all I can do to stay awake. I'm not complaining, really am not, I love what I do. But sometimes it feels like I shoud be an octopuss, 8 arms doing stuff at the same time. I feel like I coast, at times, like a zombie, I am so tired. But its all good. Half term exists for a reason!!

Plains, trains and maybe automobiles. Maybe.

I have a thing about booking plane tickets. It is half from a cock up a few years ago, that ended with me having to modify the booking (costing me twice as much in the process) and from the finality of it. Having no other demands on my time, I always thought something might pop up, and as such, booked things really late in the day. And I had to pay for it. Now there is something (someone!) that gives things a different color and shade. Someone that gives the future a purpose and point. I just booked tickets 2 months in advance!! And it felt pretty good... :)

Do ya know those jewels that you plug into the wholes on the cave wall, and its a key, and something opens? Exactly.

And so another piece falls (is falling?) into place. I'm glad, I really am. Now it time to NOT GET AHEAD OF MYSELF. Thank you. Carry on. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Tradition.

I'm not a huge friend of 'tradition'. I really am not. Doing things just for the sake of it sounds cowardly and unimaginative. 'We always have done it like this....' Don't get me wrong, I kind of like the sense of history, but NOT when it starts to screw things up. I saw some of it in Oxford. That monolith of an institution that I loved with all my heart. I could, however, see that it was cold, humourless and unstopping. Move out of the way or perish, we've been doing it like this for a thousand years.....

Two days ago I was asked to participate in a ceremony as old as Christianity. T is pregnant, and they want me to be the Godfather. I couldn't be prouder and am as happy for them as anyone could possibly be.

So....

Traditions.... I guess there's a place for them. It binds us to the past, but I don't think it should blind us from the future. Whoever he/she will be, will be loved, cherished, cared for,,,, And it will discuss with me the finer points of Faster Than Light Interdimentional transitions before the age of ten. Just you watch!

Cooking.

I love to cook. I do it as often as possible. For the longest time I wanted to do it, but couldn't. I didn't have anyone happy to do it with me. Ya know, maybe once a week, once a fortnight. But no more. Now I do. Over the last couple of weeks, I lost count how many time we cooked. Dunno, about 15 times? First couple of days, I guess we were around the stove about 3 times. I loved it so very much. Still getting used to it. Tired but so very happy.... :)

:)

I love the meerkat so much its untrue. There. You can all carry on now. Nothing to see here. Thank you.

Man Flu

I have man flu. Its worse than the back plague. Fact. Bleurgh. I blame the week and a half of sub-zero temperatures.