Wow...

Is it Friday already? And not just Friday, but 6pm on Friday. Where the hell did yet another week go?!

The good news is, I might actually get to have a day off this weekend. All work and no play makes Nowt a dull boy, and all that.

So the missus and I might go shopping for something nice to wear on our upcoming-but-still-too-far-away holiday. Or to have a nice meal somewhere. That is something we don't do often enough. Then once in a while we'll go out for dinner and say, "That was nice. We should really go out to a nice restaurant at least once a month." Then three months fly by and we realize we haven't. Must change that.

There will be some work to do, though. And even if we have some downtime, we have to do the finishing touches in the kitchen: a bit of Polyfilla and paint, that sort of thing. And before the flooring man comes, we have to remove the old vinyl tile things from the floor and fill any holes in the concrete beneath.

It really seems like there is always something to do in real life. Always. I mean, a guy could spend his entire life -- not just waking hours -- doing stuff, whether it be work or home improvements or taking out the trash or washing up. And yet, I can't really complain about my life.

You might be forgiven for thinking that I do in fact complain about my life a lot. But really I'm just complaining a lot about certain bits. I don't hate my job, unlike many people. I have a house that I like unlike some who live in cramped quarters with virtual strangers. My health is good; others aren't so lucky. I have a loving wife, who puts up with some quirky, fucked-up behaviour from me once in a while (sorry about last night, pet). And I have a cat who... well, who tolerates me; but then that's cats for you.

So I end this week on a positive note, giving thanks for what I've got instead of a mean-spirited rant about something unimportant. Don't worry, though: I'll be back doing what I do best before you know it!