Some days... there is nothing nicer than coming home.
Miles Davis on Pandora, glass of wine, and my lappy.
CSB will be home soon.
Please tell me I don't have to stand up again until it is time for bed.
Because I swear, the next person who asks me to "do" something is going to hear a scream which will curdle the blood of the dead.
I have officially reached the point where my calendar is so full that I have multiple double booked meetings between now and christmas... and I have more to schedule. It's not that I want to stop, I just can't do any more. Not won't, not don't want to... physically can not.
But, right at this moment, I am becoming great friends with an expensive bottle of wine.
Ps. SHOE PORN!!