Quite the day

heart-attack
Originally uploaded by pixeljuice23

So up early for the gym and pilates and pleased that since changing the diet I've managed to drop 5 lbs in 2 weeks while still gaining muscle (shirts now strain at the chest rather than the gut)

Then it's run Judith to the airport where she has to catch a plane to academy and to an extent our future (if only the immediate future)... the people that she meets there will be the people extending the invitations to fly in and interview for jobs that might see us settle somewhere for a good while (or not)

From there to work - a meeting over with clients, lunch with the big boss and then to a meeting with the big clientt - during which one of the people was taken violently ill and carted off in a fire truck to hospital (I know)

So shaken was I that I missed my next meeting and left someone hanging for 4 hrs without a call.

Then home - out with the dog and bump into the neighbors who ply me with good company, good wine, Indian food and a fabulous Olympic opening.

It's been a long day and I want another glass of wine,,, but the diet says no. Shame.

Oh and I had the cat projectile vomit over me. Then crap in the bath. He's not at all well, bless him.

Not sure that this blow by blow account is of interest to anyone... but it's what I did I guess and reportage is all that I have the energy for at the moment

I am so hungry

Metzis Tasty Takeaway Hamburger with the lot - Australian style!
Originally uploaded by Vanessa Pike-Russell

I could eat THIS....

And this is horrible.

Am waiting on a lunch date with someone who I think is going to tell me that she's thinking of quitting.

In the past my response to that has always been a brief cheer followed by a "how can I help?"

But now I'm kinda in charge. And she's good. And I want her to stay. Which may be selfish. So I'll hear her out - be happy for her if she's found something that's a big step up and fight like hell if she hasn't.

Running from or towards is the question I guess.

And one I've never answered

What a blast

GT - Mustang Tire Black Rim
Originally uploaded by cadreema

They say that it's all about the simple things in life.

And they don't get much simpler than a sunny day, an open stretch of road, an American muscle car and a summer anthem blasting out on the radio.

So far that 20 minute blast has been the absolute highlight of my day.

I'm going to go out at lunch and do it again.

And then do it again.

Simple pleasures you see

The key to life

A day for wind-ups

It seems that everyone today has the 'wind-up' notice except me. And it's really weird. I can't quite tell whether people are being serious in the things that they're asking me or whether it's all a part of some bigger scheme to see where my boundaries are and which buttons still work.

In response I'm treating every request as though it was deadly serious and answering with as much detail as I can. Partly because I fear that everyone is serious and partly because I think that straight is the best way to diffuse their fun. All exceptionally odd though.

I guess that this is what it feels like to be stupid - in that 'Beauty' way so fond of 'Beauty and the Geek' - you end up thinking 'Did he mean that?' and answering as though he did.

Wonder if I'm half a beat behind or whether today really is as confusing as I think it might be.

One birthday down....

So Saturday was Jude's birthday and whilst our plans weren't ambitious we still managed to fill in the day with gifts, gym, home cooked brunches, Scottish shindigs, massages and dinner in Dexter. I had fun - there's something about being low key that takes the pressure off the organizer. Plus the sun has been beating down with relentless monotony for a long while now... so any outdoor activity is pretty much a dead cert hit.

So with Jude getting ready for Academy and me at work wordsmithing a couple of documents (trying to convey a specific shade of enthusiasm without recourse to the thesaurus) we're pretty flat out at the moment. Then we have visits from Bonnie and Lorraine followed by my parents and the potential for Jude to be both writing papers and heading off around the world for interviews regarding where she'll be working this time next year. We're not going to catch a breath before Xmas - but that's okay. It's all miles in the bank and steps toward certainty.