All across the weekend - mornings were grey skies accompanied by a bright-eyed beautiful girl bearing cups of tea or coffee in bed.
This morning - pink-tinged puffs of cloud haloing bright sunshine - and a little dark spirit grunts out of her bedroom.
Snarls greet my effusive good mornings.
Ah - don't need to be Nostrodamus to work out that its Monday - nor that I will be in REAL trouble in a few years!
Still coughing for Queensland, although I have orchestrated it that they are generally confined to a more discrete minute or two of discomfort rather than paroxysms attacking from any angle at any time - so I am getting better.
I know there is this theory that if I go to a doctor I might make a faster recovery, but (I am all but some days) I probably won't get in to see anyone anytime soon, I have an appointment next week anyway so if I am still sick she can cure me then, it will cost an arm and a leg and I will only get to the elbow back, they will tell me its just part of the virus and I should let it run its course - oh, and my mother left me some drugs and advice, and I am sure if I take them and follow that it will be just as effective.
Rain is wonderful - until it hits its second week and your partner is reliant on a dry weather job. We used to dream of rain days, where we could enjoy each other's company without the crimp of an eight-year old. But rain days aren't really like that at all. They are me trying to get work, do work, finish work or quote for work and V worrying, worrying, worrying about when the sun will return - and checking to see if he can get a wave.
Our back yard is almost ready for cropping - we have managed to combine the only sunny weekend in the last month with time away so it hasn't been attended to. We DID manage to use the hour that 'Salina was at a birthday party last weekend to get to the front yard, so the neighbourhood doesn't know how dire it is out there!
I am in fear of our next electricity bill. Drying the laundry has been the job of machines for the last little while - I have occasionally pegged in the faint hope that there will be enough dry hours to get a bit for free, but unfortunately that has either never happened OR I am not home in that magical window where the laundry is dry and waiting for the unpeg.
So I am sort of getting back on deck. Who knows - maybe I will even visit a blog or two in my breaks today.
Now - I have a daughter to harangue into getting ready for school and drive her there because she has a snowflakes chance of getting on the bus!
Edited to add - its amazing what happens when you add peer pressure! Girl Down the Road arrived to catch the bus with her - a rare occurrence as GDR is often at before school care - and a rocket was launched. With 20 seconds to spare, she had violin, lunch box and school bag packed, uniform on, hair brushed and a "bye mum" in passing. Of course, the tip that is her room (and the trail that was created this morning) remains - but I didn't have to drive.