And Thursday is the day before Friday and Friday is the start of the weekend. You can tell that my mind is full of fascinating, challenging thoughts.
I was invigilating for an exam yesterday, and I suddenly felt as though I was going to pass out. Weird. Anyway, I came home after work, feeling as weak as one of Isabelle's kittens, and as white as a sheet, curled up on the couch, and the next thing I knew it was 8pm. And I could not even face a cup of coffee. For me, that was dire. However, I am fine now. Heaven knows what was wrong, but I seem to have recovered.
This week has been a bit of a slump for me. I suppose that was inevitable after Diana left, but it is not a comfortable place to be.
One of the (many) things I tried to teach my own kids, was to choose a career which made them want to get up in the morning and go to work. Something that filled them with a desire to want to do it, and to do it well. You know what I mean? So here I am. Doing something I really do not want to be doing. Just do as I say and not as I do, kids!
And apart from work, I have nothing of great moment to chat about. This has to class as the world's most boring post.