After only 2 months, i'm already becoming delinquent at updating this blog. And my excuse: i've been really busy. Yes, that old cliche. But its very true, I assure you.
After a 6 day "business trip" to England involving two days of sightseeing in London and Windsor and a lot of wine consumption on the company's dime, I came back home to more non-stop activity. After being home less than 24 hours, I left for the weekend with Tina and headed up to Rondeau for our annual road trip to see nature-boy Scott. And it's been a rather chaotic week with long days at work, fun parties at night, shopping trips to spend other people's money and a small pile of interviews and job offers!
A wise friend once told me that she'd rather be busy than bored. I couldn't agree more. I would much rather live my life bouncing around from one thing to the next rather than sitting around idly twiddling my thumbs. But after any period of excess activity, that only-child symdome in me kicks in and demands some time to just relax.
8:00 a.m. has come far too early everyday this week. I'd love to sleep in. I'd love a nap. I'd like to finish the book I started on the plane. Tonight's agenda: nothing :) And for once, I'm actually kind of happy about that.