If I didn't leave so long between posts, they would be 1) easier to write and 2) much, much shorter. However, I will attempt to do a brief round-up just to bring everything up to date.
Running: I only ran twice last week - 4 miles on Wednesday and 10 miles on Sunday. I gave the Friday run a miss because I felt a cold (helpfully supplied by Bassman) coming on. It still hadn't fully developed by Sunday and I was loathe to miss a long run, so I dragged my sore throat and aching muscles out into the rain. And then dragged myself 5 miles down the Cromarty road and back again. The rain stopped 10 minutes into the run so I was over-dressed and over-heated, and there was such a stiff head wind for the last 5 miles that I frequently gave up and walked. My legs were exhausted, my achilles tendon wasn't happy, and my iPod died so all I had to occupy myself with was my thoughts. And very cheery they were, too.
I'm in Shetland: I don't write about work because, well, it's work. And if it isn't interesting to me, it certainly won't be of any interest to anyone else. Although I love Shetland and I love my Shetland work colleagues, I don't love my Shetland work. After much soul searching and obsessive discussions with anyone who would listen, I flew north yesterday planning to resign from my job here. However, after a long chat today with the lead person for my department, we came up with a way of restructuring my job that would allow me to give up the bits that I hate and start doing some different things that are more in line not only with my skills but also with my interests. I still might give it all up eventually but, for now, I'll hang in there.
My throat hurts: My cold is still at the sore throat stage with some sniffles just beginning to emerge. I had planned to go to the gym after work but instead left work early to bring my infectious self back to the flat, where I am dosing myself with LemSip, vitamin C, and echinacea. I'm meant to be working on some reports but I'm afraid that I got sucked into watching Wanted Down Under. And then Helicopter Heroes. And then Deal or No Deal. I have no work ethic at all. Nor do I want to develop one.
Cats: They are fab cats and I'm so glad that we have them. But I still miss Tess.
There, all caught up. And just in time, too, for Come Dine with Me!