Falling backwardsI've been a bit up and down this past week. But I've got a load of work to do, which, frankly, isn't gripping me as much as it should. I've also got some other preparation to do. And books! Today, I am mostly fine.
We're on holiday in a few weeks, so I am really looking forward to the chance to re-charge and get some much needed sleep. I am finally sleeping through the night (mostly), so at least I am less tired than I was. Now I need to work on not going to bed quite so late, and I'll be sorted.
Wheeeeee!So things are going pretty well at the moment (aside from the weather, which is nice and all, but it's a trifle too stifly. My favourite seasons are spring and autumn, when you can rely on things to be just that little bit drizzly and gloomy, but not too hot or too cold. Hmm, perhaps that is a pathetic fallacy though. Anyway, too much interstitial rambling, but I
am British, and I am claiming justification on that ground alone). I am pretty much on an even keel and happy and productive at work.
I saw two sets of old friends last week, both sets of whom (hmm, not sure about that) have known me well over a decade (and in relation to the first set, 20 years. Gasp). It's strange the way that it's clear that one's become a different person since then, but indefinably still the same. I think that was most clear with the university friends, partly because I haven't seen them for longest, whereas I've always met up with the other group intermittently, although we'd fallen a little out of touch. The great thing about old friends is, of course, that you always remember each others' mistakes (and curse them for even remembering the names of my mistakes!), but somehow they've all passed into the mists of time, and have become funny. We laughed now about waiting in whilst at University for the phone to ring. Perhaps my memory is better; it wasn't remotely funny at the time.
Which is not remotely to say that I hanker after only old friends, or the person I was when I first met them. I don't want to be that person any more anyway, and I don't think I could get her back if I tried. No, I cherish the new friends equally (and sometimes more) than the old friends; it's the new friends in my life, particularly this year, who have given me the confidence to see that I am not the person I once was, but that I've gone on and fulfilled a lot of my potential, which the old friends sometimes (but not always; they had their issues too!) told me I had.
So, all told, hurrah for friendship, old, new and still to come. Thanks, guys!
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On weekendsI really don't think there is enough of a weekend. I always end the week exhausted, and then there isn't enough time to recover from that, and have a tiny bit of fun as well.
This weekend I was more tired than usual, and also unfairly snotty. All weekend. I don't know whether it was a cold or hayfever (which I do not suffer from. Chiz), but it bothered me. Having said that, having been unexpectedly free on Friday, I raided then and on Sunday, and got upgrades! Although nothing from Ulduar, sadly. But we did down the first boss in 25 man. Which is an achievement. Other than that, I levelled herbalism from 0 to 450 over the weekend, having finally made the decision that skinning wasn't doing it for me any more, and that it is an absolutely pleasure to herb in flight form!
This is linked to my cunning plan of getting the rogue out of retirement to become a fully fledged inscriber (she dabbles at the moment, since I got things wrong, and levelled her to 60 before Wrath, not realising that she would have to be 65 before she could learn Grand Master). So she has milled all the herbs I gathered (save for the Wrath ones, where there is no point).
Am also reading Pride and Prejudice. Oh! How lovely it is. How wonderfully written. It is wasted on A level students, really. But I forgot that it is my book club on Wednesday, and now I have to finish P&P and read the book club book (The Black Album by Hanif Kureshi) by Wednesday evening. I will do my best to achieve!
