Revelation

when life decides to be a poo flinging monkey, it doesn't really care if you're at work or at home.

i recently took a "mental health break" from the office... i tacked vacation days on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, so i could get away, stay away, and give my head some time to straighten out without the worries of the office beating me up. that's when the washing machine decided to explode (not literally) and take several loads of clean clothes and a handful of towels (to slop up the water) with it. while we cleverly avoided having to go to the laundrette in the seething 80+ degrees and gazillion % humidity, we still had to deal with the slog.

otherwise, i enjoyed the break... barbecue and iced tea, LOTS of reading, bundles of time with the baby, and the development of some serious peace of mind.

did i mention i only have two working days until the weekend???

p.s. you TOTALLY want to read Shantaram. It's really REALLY good... i'm only a third of the way through and I've already been crying like a baby more than once.