I've nearly pulled it all together before my 2 days off, and a public holiday Monday, Labour Day.
I've got really sore eyes which is not helping.
Sam swanned off to see a real estate agent about renting out his place. He left early to clean before the photographer turned up.
It's just me and the bulldogs lying at my feet.
I had everything done by the time I signed out, surprisingly. Public holiday Monday, so I don't have to work an extra day to get everything finished, which kind of negates the meaning of a public holiday, if I had to work an extra day to get everything done. You know.
The public holiday is Labour Day, so wouldn’t you say there was a certain irony if I had to work an alternate day, as Labour Day commemorates the eight-hour day movement, which secured better working conditions for workers in 1856. It signifies a long weekend, often featuring marches and community events.
So, lovely. 3 days off, bring them on.
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