One More Day...

Tick, tock.  One more day (and a bit) of work to go.  It’s deader than an undertakers’ again and I am dying for the weekend to get here.  At least then I can do my own kind of nothing, instead of the ‘looking-sort-of-like-I’m-working’ nothing that is currently taking up my energy.  I’m looking forward to the weekend, actually.  I’m not sure yet if I’ll be at mine or at Samson’s on Friday night, but on Saturday morning, The Mrs, her bro, his girl and I are going to the church we (me, The Mrs and her bro) grew up in for our teen years.  Neither of us have been there for at least a couple of years. It should be quite nice and it will also be the first time I get to meet her little bro’s girlfriend – they are getting hitched in a couple of weeks!

In the afternoon, I will be going with Big Sis to see the ‘rents, partly as Sunday is Father’s Day and partly because of this week’s revelation that our Mother has rather suddenly retired!  I haven’t seen them since my birthday (I know, bad daughter, blah blah), so am looking forward to seeing them and catching up.  I am hoping Mum will be a bit less stressed due to not being at work, but am anticipating being ‘told off’ for at least one thing, which will probably consist of a little dig or sarcastic comment, or something similar.  Positive thinking, I know!  But remembering how I felt after I last saw them and things were a bit weird, I am naturally a little apprehensive.  I’m expecting that Mum will be none too impressed by her lack of phone service due to my lack of bill-paying.  Speaking of which, I need to sort that out, as I was told the number she is using (my old one) would cost £5 a month and I have been charged £20.  That’s probably contributed to the £190 I currently owe for this month and last.  But despite all of that, it will still be nice to see them!  Sorry, went off on a slight tangent there.

I don’t have much planned for the rest of the weekend.  I may see Samson on Sunday, but I’ll see how I’m feeling.  I might be feeling motivated and energetic and decide to stay at home to start my week of sorting my life out.  If not, then maybe I’ll just take Sunday to chill out with him before all the ‘fun’ begins.  I’m really glad Flame Grilled suggested me taking some time off.  If I had another week being sat at the Desk of Death, I think I would cry.  My computer seems to have acquired some sort of virus just this afternoon, as it is currently going mental with ‘runtime error’ pop-ups and similar things I don’t understand, so it is clearly showing its solidarity with me by objecting to the sheer tedium of it all.  Nearly there, nearly there...