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On the verge of the long weekend and I'm up for it. I may be an ardent republican, but this is one thing I can thank the queen for.
Bloody tired. It's been another busy week, but I think the most of it is that I'm forever thinking about something. I was out yesterday afternoon with a girl doing the midweek shopping and coffee thing - very rare for me - and I had to apologise for being distracted. I was thinking about things I had to do and say, things I had to organise, things I had forgotten to do and remembered I must. I really am under the pump with the variety of things I've set myself. I was glad yesterday when I could climb on board the homeward bound tram so that I could get back into it.
This weekend should be different. I generally give myself the weekend off, but have been known to do one thing or another. Not this one. I really need to rest and chill out. As it happens I'm going to my friends farm down Gippsland way, where I was meant to go at Easter. I heard the disturbing news that they're off the booze at the moment - huh?- but that won't stop me taking down a few bottles of my best red to coax them into joining me by the fire for a tipple or two. Otherwise I'll be eating well and sleeping in, doing a lot of reading, introducing Rigby to the cattle, going to the market and just taking it easy.
