Crazy about them oats
I'm finally home, after an extended day at work! Was not meant to turn out this way, but never mind. Went in on the 0800 train, since running out in the rain to catch the earlier one did not appeal. As it is, I ended up with soaking feet - I need more shoes, and good ones, I wear mine away so quickly - but luckily had enough nous to take some spare socks with me, and wore labshoes home. I've also brought my stonking boots home too, so should not get wet feet tomorrow either; hooray!
Day has been a bit messed up, what with one thing and another. Work has progressed, though not in ways hoped for, and not to my own satisfaction. Hmmm. More phaffage to deal with tomorrow, but at least it has been all relaxed and not too stressy. Home late thanks to lift offered from Steve B (many thankyous), which meant having to stay until the traffic died down. This is of course infinitely preferable to getting wet feet a second time, hence I took up the offer, and also the offer of a trip across the road for snackage foodstuffs. Snackage of choice: raspberry flapjack, two big buggers for £1. I scoffed both of them, despite meaning to keep one for tomorrow, ah well. Such is life. I am now bloated enough not to want any dinner, but will have to go and make a sarnie or something in a little while! No pancakes tonight, no peppers either, will have to have something less filling....but I'm craving savoury......
End of the week tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to it. This weekend I have several jobs to do; clean worst of crap off bike and make sure it'll start alright for returning to garage on Monday for sprocket change; ring up utilities companies with readings for electricity and gas; check up on housing-in-Surrey situation, since I've not heard back from them still, despite previous assurances all was going through.
And a decent whack of meditation. Yes, I'm back on the cushion, so to speak, and it feels really good! Let's hope I can keep it up, because it's always easier to sit on your arse rather than sit....on your arse....if you get what I mean. Seasoned sitters probably get me, I'm sure to everyone else I sound like an absolute loon (but since when has that ever stopped me before? I've seen you all booking me into Broadmoor - I've got persecution mania as well as my other neuroses....). Ah well. It feels right. Just have to get bhavnaing that metta someday soon.
Lastly, I have to send big congratulations to the Unmoose on her engagement. And to think I was there at the very start of it all, that bloody hot summer of '03! Remember that I got to snog you twice in that play......
See y'all!
Day has been a bit messed up, what with one thing and another. Work has progressed, though not in ways hoped for, and not to my own satisfaction. Hmmm. More phaffage to deal with tomorrow, but at least it has been all relaxed and not too stressy. Home late thanks to lift offered from Steve B (many thankyous), which meant having to stay until the traffic died down. This is of course infinitely preferable to getting wet feet a second time, hence I took up the offer, and also the offer of a trip across the road for snackage foodstuffs. Snackage of choice: raspberry flapjack, two big buggers for £1. I scoffed both of them, despite meaning to keep one for tomorrow, ah well. Such is life. I am now bloated enough not to want any dinner, but will have to go and make a sarnie or something in a little while! No pancakes tonight, no peppers either, will have to have something less filling....but I'm craving savoury......
End of the week tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to it. This weekend I have several jobs to do; clean worst of crap off bike and make sure it'll start alright for returning to garage on Monday for sprocket change; ring up utilities companies with readings for electricity and gas; check up on housing-in-Surrey situation, since I've not heard back from them still, despite previous assurances all was going through.
And a decent whack of meditation. Yes, I'm back on the cushion, so to speak, and it feels really good! Let's hope I can keep it up, because it's always easier to sit on your arse rather than sit....on your arse....if you get what I mean. Seasoned sitters probably get me, I'm sure to everyone else I sound like an absolute loon (but since when has that ever stopped me before? I've seen you all booking me into Broadmoor - I've got persecution mania as well as my other neuroses....). Ah well. It feels right. Just have to get bhavnaing that metta someday soon.
Lastly, I have to send big congratulations to the Unmoose on her engagement. And to think I was there at the very start of it all, that bloody hot summer of '03! Remember that I got to snog you twice in that play......
See y'all!
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