My holidays are starting to come to an end. Shudder. Oh, I don't know how long it is, I'm too nervous to look at the calendar, but I know it must be only a few weeks to go. 

I haven't missed one single thing about work. Nothing. Boris even messaged me and asked if I wanted to go in the Kriss Kringle and go to the Xmas party and I said no.

Oh sad face. I didn't resign. What is wrong with me. Just do it, my still small voice is telling me. How much time have we all got left, climate change being what it is? I ask you? No, really.

We went and ate Japanese in Carlton for lunch. It was a nice walk.

Sam is now asleep on the other couch, both bulldogs have cuddled up to him on the couch.

I'm listening to Marcia Hines.

It seems much hotter than early 20 degrees, still, I'm not complaining.

Later, Otto jumps up on the couch with me and decides he wants to lie in my lap. Otto weighs 34 kilos.