I passed 500 posts recently, with little fanfare. Actually, with none.

I am exhausted, by some thing more than others. For example, on Friday night, I fell asleep fully clothed and couldn't be woken, shaken, or stirred for 12 hours.

Last week I almost fell asleep on the train twice, and that is bad, because falling asleep on the train means ending up in the western suburbs. I'm sure you can understand: that is a bad outcome.

I drank too much wine, and made the mistake of answering my phone out of work hours. And I keep fucking things up at work. Really stupid small things, that shouldn't actually be mistakes, but become them when tensions are running high. Did I mention the wine?

I have been feeling rough, and fat, and snippy, and easily tearful, and the last couple of weeks have passed without my having much to show for it. Mostly, I have been mind numbingly, bone wearingly tired. And for some reason my head is really, really itchy.

It could be that I am facing post-holiday unphoria, or it could be that it's time to become a flight attendant. I have relinquished my credit card to a higher power (though it has been used for emergency hay purchasing and the like.. and maybe also a necklace and some perfume... it's been rough, ok?!), and am comforting myself with internet window shopping. It's unfufilling.

Here it is. A photo I took once of someone else's fanfare. Sparklers and champagne, and weather so warm my eyeballs were dehydrating. I don't really like the heat, even if it is New Year's Eve.

I am going to take a small break from all this blogging about nothing. What's the point if there's nothing much to say?

I shall return soon, with a story about tomatoes. I am growing some on top of the BBQ (currently the only safe place..cf. bunnies).

Do stay tuned, won't you?