You know, those “AHA” moments.
At the end of a grueling shift my heavy feet make their way out of work. Feeling a bit like a rat on a wheel, I look forward to the brief respite of sleep. My brain suddenly pops and floods with endorphins when I realize after months and months of waiting.. This time next month…
So I will give a warning here: this is going to be a negative posting. Sorry. Well it was bound to happen and I’m impressed it took me till the 4th week to hit the blues wall. Likely being sick didn’t help but being around people 24/7 for 4 weeks I’m sure was more of…
I promised my niece a visit and thought it would be fun to take the skytrain out to Surrey instead of Bella (my car)… an adventure! I’ve been getting quite fascinated by trains lately and this would be a mini-trip on the urban rails.
Maybe “fret” isn’t the right word… sounds too strong for what I’m getting at. But it will do until I think of a better one. I think it is in upper mind due to a rough year of dealing with particularly virile viruses, to the tune of 20 sick days off work. So feeling vulnerable…
Travelling Crone 