Who knew that rubbing essential oils on the bottom of your feet would help you sleep better? Had the best night's sleep I've had in months last night.

Therapy dogs and essential oils is how I got myself through a stressful day - how 'bout you?

Nothing like a last minute change of plans requiring a quick dash home after work to pack a bag and drive to Ballarat so you can be up at 6am in the morning to take your mother for cataract surgery... thank god for my lovely cousin and her spare room.

Sometimes I wish I could escape into a bubble where no one could bug me and I could ACTUALLY GET SOME FUCKING WORK DONE.

(I think I need to have an early night. I'm still poorly.)

I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.
I am not getting sick again.*


* Except I think I might be.

Literally just walked in the door from work.

Ouch.

So it seems that between 22 Feb and today I've been somewhat slack here. I'm not even going to attempt to make up for it and do a backlog - I'm just going to start fresh tomorrow with the new blog app for my iPhone that I've just discovered.

After 6 and a bit years of writing EVERY. DAMN. DAY I think I can cut myself a bit of slack here.