Today we had a deadline on not one but two projects, and everyone was racing around the city like headless chickens. Lucky us, the sun was absolutely ridiculously scorching. By the time I got back in the office at 2pm, I looked like I had taken a dip in the pool with my clothes on. Yeah, I was quite a lovely sight. We just barely made the deadline. Crazy/amazing. Now I’m home, showered, dinnered (totally a word) and knackered. Beyond all previous forms of knackeredness. Truly. But you know what? This enervation tastes pretty sweet. It’s a flavour I’m not used to but it’s refreshing and I welcome it.
Two weeks on – I still love the boys, and the boys still love me. It’s all good in da hood.