Well. Short weeks rock. I think the French were on to something when they had a strike (of course) years ago to have a four-day working week. And I think that's admirable. But the only flaw with that is, nice as it would be to only have to work four days, after a few years (or probably months) of that, you'd want to strike for a three-day week, etc, etc, etc. So best not to even torture yourself and just continue to suffer and be happy to have two days of freedom. It's the Romans, or maybe it was the Druids, who are to blame for five-day working weeks. Damn over-achievers.
And then there was the weekend. Niiiice. Saturday, went with
And then today was cleaning day. I think I washed just about everything in my place that you can
So there you are. Yawn, I know, but that's that for the time being. But, ultimately, am still quite happy to be here (well, not here in this apartment per se, but in Australia....). So c'mon down! Am acquiring real furniture!
BYE!
J!
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