Let's Just Pretend Like I've Been Here All Along.

I've been on leave. The thing with leave is a) you enjoy it far too much to want it to end and b) when you do return to work all the things you loathe about your job are thrown into sharp relief. I'd really much rather be waking up at 10am, pottering around for a bit and planning my reading material and location for the day. Ideally I'd like to become a professional loafer; the sort that loafs around, as opposed to a form of footwear.

I did get involved in an exhibition of 13 of my photographs, which was exciting and complicated and fun. If you're in the Durbanville area at all (before the 6th of March), head over to the Rust En Vrede gallery and check out my stuff. It's super-awesome. I think you should buy something before I become all famous and you can't afford it anymore*.

I'm not actually joking.

Valentines' day was lovely and Romantic and snuggly and I'm not going into any detail, sufficit to say that I'm a very lucky girl to have such a lovely handsome snugglebunny as I do. I did, however, get conjunctivitis, I'm pretty sure from some counter or ATM at the waterfront**. Happily, this did not ruin the evening, although I did have difficulty getting my eyes open the next day.

I also got my learner's license, but that's a thing for another post.

Now, I am nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel, Sysiphusing along. Yes, I have returned to work. And those late lazy mornings already seem a thing of the past. Not all good things come to an end, but holidays certainly do.

*if you can't get to Durbanville you can always order from me directly. Yes, I'm going for the hard sell.
**Mail me and I'll send you a free macro shot of my eye with engorged blood vessels; it's fascinating.