Coming Up For Air
Oct. 22nd, 2013 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3So last week had lots of stress, good and bad, and not enough sleep by a good way.
I won't say too much about completing the proposal I was working on. By Wednesday I'd just about settled the extra requirements the salesman had agreed to with the customer. Wednesday at 4 p.m. he came back with a whole lot more.
So that made another of late night shifts necessary, and an internal review that was a lot hairier than it had to be.
It also meant that I didn't have half time to spend with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slobberpuppy and hubby as I'd have liked. I did manage to take them to Mother India's on Wednesday and The Chip on Thursday, and we did manage a little whisky drinking on Thursday night, and the Ashton Lane Pub Crawl (Short Version) but I wish I'd had time off, or a weekend to show them some more of the city, and maybe dragged them off up to Argyll. Ah well, next time... And I have an invitation to visit them Hawaii next year, which I won't be turning down. They were lovely company, and I couldn't have wished for better guests.
Most of the weekend was spent recovering. I had a meal out on Friday night (my friend Jenny aqgain, at the Saigon Bike Shop (or whatever it's called) and then on Saturday morning managed my first gym visit which actually involved using the gym this year. From there I went shopping for new bed-clothes (did I mention that all my spare duvet covers and sheets seem to be moth-eaten?) and then blitzed my bedroom. I can now see some of the floor. All I need to do is find wardrobe space for the seven pairs of trousers I had left over when I ran out of room.
On Saturday night I went off to see a great production of MacBeth at the Tron. It was fairly shouty, and purposely masculine (down to the witches, although there was a female Mrs MacBeth) but I really enjoyed it. It whipped along at a terrific pace, but the delivery kept the text strong and clear.
Sunday was more tidying, a visit to the local dump (bottles, cardboard, more bottles) and coffee in the abandoned streets of Bearsden with my friend Kay. Seriously, the place had a serious 28 Days Later vibe going on. Perfectly normal, according to Kay. I cooked far too much for myself for Sunday dinner, watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist for the first time (I really enjoyed it) and then got a decent night's sleep.
I even made it to the gym yesterday, so I might be getting back to some sort of healthy life-style.
Having said which, I'm seriously over-caffeinated today. No more coffee for this boy, oh no.
I won't say too much about completing the proposal I was working on. By Wednesday I'd just about settled the extra requirements the salesman had agreed to with the customer. Wednesday at 4 p.m. he came back with a whole lot more.
So that made another of late night shifts necessary, and an internal review that was a lot hairier than it had to be.
It also meant that I didn't have half time to spend with
slobberpuppy and hubby as I'd have liked. I did manage to take them to Mother India's on Wednesday and The Chip on Thursday, and we did manage a little whisky drinking on Thursday night, and the Ashton Lane Pub Crawl (Short Version) but I wish I'd had time off, or a weekend to show them some more of the city, and maybe dragged them off up to Argyll. Ah well, next time... And I have an invitation to visit them Hawaii next year, which I won't be turning down. They were lovely company, and I couldn't have wished for better guests.Most of the weekend was spent recovering. I had a meal out on Friday night (my friend Jenny aqgain, at the Saigon Bike Shop (or whatever it's called) and then on Saturday morning managed my first gym visit which actually involved using the gym this year. From there I went shopping for new bed-clothes (did I mention that all my spare duvet covers and sheets seem to be moth-eaten?) and then blitzed my bedroom. I can now see some of the floor. All I need to do is find wardrobe space for the seven pairs of trousers I had left over when I ran out of room.
On Saturday night I went off to see a great production of MacBeth at the Tron. It was fairly shouty, and purposely masculine (down to the witches, although there was a female Mrs MacBeth) but I really enjoyed it. It whipped along at a terrific pace, but the delivery kept the text strong and clear.
Sunday was more tidying, a visit to the local dump (bottles, cardboard, more bottles) and coffee in the abandoned streets of Bearsden with my friend Kay. Seriously, the place had a serious 28 Days Later vibe going on. Perfectly normal, according to Kay. I cooked far too much for myself for Sunday dinner, watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist for the first time (I really enjoyed it) and then got a decent night's sleep.
I even made it to the gym yesterday, so I might be getting back to some sort of healthy life-style.
Having said which, I'm seriously over-caffeinated today. No more coffee for this boy, oh no.
