Other than the noteable exception of the really good time I had at
wechsler's, this weekend didn't really go to plan. I was in my car because I was meant to be moving stuff, so didn't get to play on the bike in the glorious weather. In the end I wasn't moving stuff, so spent the weekend scowling at anyone else who was daring to enjoy themselves on two wheels ;)
I also had a bit of a dodgy weekend for actually sleeping. Which is usually something I'm rather good at, so I don't do well on reduced rations.
( whining )Still, I've got a good feeling about this week. Tonight I'm meeting up with
darklightimages and we're going ice-skating, which will be great (a) because I haven't seen her for Far Too Long, and (b) because I haven't skated for years. I'm hoping I haven't lost all my ability at it... I used to be pretty good. Tomorrow promises to be a particularly good Calling, with a
duranorak and a
tacohell for me to entertain, as well as the usual suspects from the CamGoth crowd to watch and admire.
Wednesday evening might assume some of the practical role that this weekend didn't manage, in which case Thursday has definitely got 'early night' written all over it. And then it'll be Friday. Well... I'm hopeful, for Friday. Things look like they might work out in a fashion showing some justice... not always a feature of our judicial system.
So, on the whole, I'm feeling a bit shit but the future looks quite good. Better than the opposite, I'm sure...