We had a lovely weekend. Weather wasn't wonderful but it was good enough to walk around the town all day. We ate some good food, we stayed in a wonderful hotel, we were enlightened in a cultural manner, and we bought a carpet. It was a great way to spend H's birthday weekend. So I don't feel too guilty that on his actual birthday this morning we had to get up at 6am in that timezone, 4am in the UK, and it's now 8pm and I'm not home yet.
It's been a somewhat hectic day. I'm having one of those periods at work where I look at the calendar and it just starts to hurt my eyes because there is no way to be in all the places I need to be, and just so much to do that I don't know where to begin. One of my close colleagues is about to leave, and he's warning me about all the political shenanigans that are taking place behind my back, of which I am blissfully unaware. He's scared me - that I should be doing more to manage my career and I just don't want to and don't care enough to, but that it will come back to haunt me. Then I have to remind myself that he's leaving so he's not exactly an impartial witness right now. And I have enough on my plate without sweating this one so much. But it's still wound me up somewhat.
So I'm not being a very good blogger at the moment in terms either of posting or of keeping up with everyone, please forgive me for a little while. Next weekend we don't have many plans, so I'm hoping that for the first time in a month I'll be able to read through my entire list and see how everyone is doing.