What to Do on Your Day Off

I’m back to work now and catching up with comments, posts, and awards, so pardon me if I get spammy today. I have to tell you something important first though, that you might not have known. On a blue misty moon, nestling in the blessed shadow of the great planet Pish, which itself is bathed in the gentle light of Alnitak, that is considered by locals to be the most beautiful jewel in that legendary belt that shines so brightly from within all the other stars of Orion, a species of somewhat large and testy feathered fish – also called Pish – hold dominion. They are the stern (but officially designated) timekeepers of the universe – bet you didn’t know that – and all who would disagree with what they say the o’clock is are doomed to meet with a sad, soggy, salmon scented end. They just haven’t noticed us yet, but when they do we’ll feel their wrath for being so ahead of ourselves. There right now it is Monday, and two weeks ago…. So there it is. According to the great fish in the sky, I’m not late at all. No? Ok then – I’m late. I will catch up with everything though, and hopefully be up to speed quickly, but I’m still sorry, and thank you for being patient with me.

I’ve been a bit wary of saying that I’m better this past week, because the last couple of times I thought this was so, some new strange and not exciting symptom kept appearing, and you just look like an idiot popping up and disappearing again every few days. But now I’m pretty sure that I am. A couple of days away from my computer hasn’t been as awful as I thought it would be, although I’m not keen on leaving it again anytime soon – I’ve had enough distractions to last me at least a year.

What I did on my proper day off. I messed around the garden for a couple of hours.

Closely followed around and about by this nosy Hadeda. Odd guy – kept peering at me like I was really interesting.

I had to venture forth to the land of shops, which for me is normally a zoomy thing, heading out at eight am and usually back home by nine thirty. Seeing as how I had a couple of sickie days I decided to slow down and focus a bit on things. I took furtive pics of strangers all over the place. Apparently you’re allowed to take photies of anyone you like unless they’re in a place where they should be assured privacy. I reckon quite a few of them thought I was nuts, but that’s alright.

I found the most amazing second hand shop, and spent ages lurking around old books and things, and also taking photies of old typewriters and stuff. The shop owner was lovely, and allowed this. He was actually really nice, probably correctly assuming that I don’t get out much.

Then I got home to find Jelly missing his entire tail.

It’s a mystery. Button still has his tail, so I’m guessing that it wasn’t a weaver barnie.

Jelly’s fine though – it will grow back, and right now he’s not too unhappy with his temporary cute ducktail bum. I’ve had more than enough of the great outdoors, so back to scribbling for me.