I am sitting here wondering.
If someone says "I am coming over on Monday evening", yesterday, does that mean today or next week? I am now assuming it meant next Monday, seeing as it is now 8.50pm. I thought it meant tonight, until now. I have no idea what I might be doing next Monday evening. Next week is a long way away. I may well be out. Leading a wild and exciting life. You never know....stranger things have happened.
That is what you get with text messages instead of the old fashioned why not just be daring and actually phone. And speak with real voices. As in human contact. Hmph. I may be out jogging next Monday night. Yes. That sounds like a splendid idea. I can eat Easter eggs if I am planning to jog.
Ah well....... I can read my book tonight and flop about and not worry if I make a mess in the lounge after all. I may even switch on the TV. The trouble with working where I do, is that I crawl home so tired, that the prospect of sewing is just beyond me. I get up in the morning and think...oooh I can finish piecing the quilt tonight. But no. The spirit is very willing, but oh, the body just needs to rest. Work really does sap every ounce of creativity from me, and that is the worst bit. I want to be creative. I need to make things. I am just too weary.
But the Easter weekend is on the horizon. A four day weekend is just wonderful. And after that there are just 9 working days till the school holidays. Bliss. I can't wait.