I can’t help myself

I am having a little break over the next 10 days. I may blog, not sure yet. It depends on wifi availability and will.

I seem to be burning out much faster in my 50s. I last about two months after having a break, then I’m in desperate need of another one.

I felt totally shattered about six weeks ago and did something wild and crazy and impulsive that I will tell you about soon.

Hint: this meme speaks to me …

Over recent weeks I have returned to coping-perfectly-fine levels, but the wild and crazy thing is still in the calendar and paid for, so I’m off!

Ah well …

That said, my hip and lower back have been packing it in over the last few days, probably from too much time sitting in front of a computer.

Fingers crossed I don’t completely jam up.

I feel very fortunate to be able to go on holidays. Hashtag blessed.

But I am also guilt-ridden by my impulsiveness. Hashtag hyperactive-impulsive.

Catch you soon.

PS Because my life is never dull … the cabin crew called for a doctor over the intercom on our flight. We waited to see if a more doctor-y doctor would put their hand up, but no, so DD rendered aid to a bloke who was projectile vomiting in business class. Little did the rest of the plane know that if he puked one more time the flight was being turned around. Fortunately DD had anti-nausea drugs with him and saved the day. Swoon, my hero.

Song of the day: Flowers “I can’t help myself”