stuff. and some more stuff.

a. went away to Ndumo for work again. So inspiring to see people do so much with so little. so sad to see so much work still to do. so heartsore to note that not every starfish can be saved. so heart-filled to see how i am incredibly blessed to work with some, frankly, bloody brilliant people. such an incredibly long drive home. such good company.

b. came home to the divine bliss of the phi and the hot bath, and the laughing and the talk. the talk that runs so easily and i can say something, anything, everything and you still get me. it is you, in whatever skin, that restores my sanity and perspective. and laughter to my sad face. knowing that you believe in me and everything i do, even when i feel liked i have failed, keeps me going.

c. then discovered that three fish have gone to fishy heaven. RIP Maurice, Clarice and Cleese. Have to tell Cam when she gets home. fuck. two fish have survived – Winston and Nemo. Winston appears to be enjoying the extra space. Nemo is swimming backwards and looking for his mates. I did not cope well with the corpses. Enough said.

d. Larcy. Talking. Laughing. Honesty. Truth even when it’s scary. Bridget Jones (all of them and no, i am not staying up til 5am just so we can watch the wet tshirt scene in P&P hehe4). Laughing at our own stalkerishness and you will make that phonecall tomorrow or i will. 😛 i love you, toughly, clearly. wah.

e. three hours til cam gets back from her dad. i cannot wait to cuddle her. i cannot wait to see her face. i cannot wait for bathtime. i cannot wait to plant the flowers with her. roll on cammertime.

f. A week that reminded me that i am just one person. but that i am doing the best i can.

And i’m going to keep doing that. Always. Because, that, is me.

p.s. meet errol the elephant. he travelled a long way to come live with you. he’s very good in meetings 🙂