T’other half is out somewhere in London, presumably having a good time at a colleague’s leaving do. As half expected, the “I’ll be there a couple of hours and come home for supper” hasn’t happened, so I’m deciding whether to make something light or order some take-out. Hopefully I’ll get a text message back soon to confirm either way what the plans are, otherwise I’ll make a random choice to push back the grumpiness that comes with being a diabetic with low blood sugar.
Today hasn’t really gone entirely to plan, which is a bit of a pain. With it being pay day I’ve been sorting out bills, sending invoices and doing several trips to the supermarket to stock up the freezer and get some basic supplies in. I’ve almost certainly not got everything, as my brain has been somewhat scatty today and I’ve had to keep going back to get odds and ends. I’ve also ended up picking up parcels that should have been delivered yesterday, put out the washing, done a small mountain of washing up and hoovered the bedroom and bathroom because, well, it just needed doing.
I’ve popped on to EVE and updated skill training and done a bit of mining while chatting to a few people, and then on to Dust514 for some random Skirmish and Domination matches. There’s even been a bit of writing, but not as much as I’d hoped.
Now I’m just trying to get back into playing Skyrim after a year and a bit break. I’ve decided that rather than dive back into my original character I’ll start up a new one and play differently to get back up to speed – then I can go back to the main to finish that one’s storyline. Well, it’s something to do, isn’t it?
Am I annoyed with my day so far? Yes – but I’m not going to dwell on it. Time to eat and get back to transcribing from notebooks. This evening’s section of novel concerns a battle with a banshee in a greasy spoon cafe…