The cancellation

I was equal parts sad and relieved when my high school mates cancelled dinner with me last night.

It would have been lovely to see them, but they were tired and I was bloody knackered.

The. Pace. Is. Killing. Me.

I think it’s killing DD too during his “holiday”, which has been more like a relentless, jet-lagged march through each day … admittedly with lots of lovely friends and relatives to catch up with along the way.

I wake each morning to find another clutch of smiling selfies with everyone in my messages.

We both need to do something much more restful in our future … it’s a good thing we just paid the balance this week on an expedition that will involve lots of R&R … with free-flowing Veuve Clicquot (my kind of expedition).

It’s still months away, but it gives me something nice to focus on as I power through my frenetic days.

As a sign of our middle-age, DD and I have also been invited to our first Christmas party of the season on December 22! Blimey!

It’s officially in the diary. Though I do have a habit of catching lurgies at Christmas … knocking furiously on wood as I type this …

I was so disappointed to miss the Christmas party last year. I hate bailing on people and always feel terribly guilty when I do. If I say I’m going to something I feel compelled to pretzel myself to turn up no matter what.

Mind you, I’ve been trying to organise dinner with the kids, my sister and nephew for months and it was finally supposed to happen last night … except I’d forgotten to tell the youngest, who’d gone away.

Cue massive guilt.

But it did meant I could squeeze in dinner with my high school friends instead, although that fell through too. So I just sat at the computer typing as I usually do when I’m not gallivanting, which was actually pretty fortunate as I would have been so behind if I’d been chatting to people on the couch.

Speaking of the couch … don’t the doggos look cute sitting on it after their haircuts, wearing their ties …

And finally, in unrelated news, there are posters popping up all around my neighbourhood announcing that an apostle is coming to Sydney …

Wild-eyed Apostle Kathryn is offering freedom from a cornucopia of life’s ills, even curses. Are curses an actual thing in 2023? I thought they were phased out in the 18th century, along with burning witches at the stake.

Well, it is called a revival …

Song of the day: Eric Carmen “All by myself”