It was just a work day, nothing special. It was cold, winter cold. I kept stoking the open fire up with wood all day to heat up the lounge room, even though I wasn't in there. It was freezing all day.
And, yes, I think Boris is shitty with me about her holidays, she's been kind of different, can't put my finger on it, but short, and not really very friendly, friendly enough, but kind of pulled back. Not sure if that makes snese. And today she said she was far to busy to help me with something, and she has never said that before.
I can understand, really. I did say yes, and then say no, sure I did. She didn't kind of ask me, she just said when she was taking holidays and assumed I'd fill in for her. And I kind of didn't think quick enough what that really ment under the current circumstances. When I really thought about it, on the next weekend, I realised it would be a nightmare and that didn't really want to do it, and I told her.
Shrug. Last day of the week for me. WooHoo!
And I don't have to work full time any time in my future. Let's have a cheer for that.
Ha ha.
Go on, bugger off to Lapland. Have a nice time. (not until next month, of course)
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