This weekend has been remarkably free of socialising (is there a noun form for that word?). Just as well, though, since I'd been rather tired and unwell myself—there hadn't been a single night in the last week in which I got eight hours of sleep, not even in the weekend.
And I've been remarkably slack about responding to email and LJ comments. If you wrote something to me in the last week, and you haven't received a response, You Are Not Alone™.
And this coming week, I am expecting to do a lot of overtime at work, so it'll be more of the same. I hope there's something worthwhile to look forward to at the end of the week.
However, I did notice that Saturday was exactly one year from the day I met Glenn. Obviously this means a lot to me (shucks, I hope it's not what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder!). And I'm still sitting on my arse, waiting for someone to rescue me. How sad!( New posting policyCollapse )