It’s been an exhausting week, mostly because it’s been one where work has successfully thrown a rapid barrage of changing priorities, personnel challenges, and personal frustrations at me – and that’s not even included customer interactions.
Now though, it’s the weekend. There’s an afternoon planned helping Demonic start to celebrate his birthday, and Lady G undergoing her British Citizenship ceremony. At the end of next week I have a cousin getting married, and a trip to Thorpe Park with Body Balance/Yoga people.
What’s the worst that could happen?