This is how NOT to write a blog but nothing of significant inspiration happened to me this week and I have to test my new theme.
TEST TEST. ALERT ALERT.
I went to Canberra. I stayed in a fancy hotel. This was nice.
I enjoyed two days without peak hour. The hotel was bigger than my apartment.
I visited my friend from school. This was nice.
I sat in SEVEN TWO AND A HALF HOUR MEETINGS OVER A SIX DAY PERIOD. This was not nice.
I wrote a post about a book and it got shared on the Author’s website. This was really nice click here to have a peek.
I sat next to a coughing person on a plane and a woman on a train who I think was in a cult.
I ended up with the lurgy.
I still feel a bit like this photo.
I did go to a Christmas in July party and that was nice although I was the sober one (which is never that fun.)
My nephew has the chicken pox.
The husband, WITHOUT prompting – BLEACHED the bathroom tiles today. AND started a slow roast at 8am.
AGAIN without prompting. WHYYYY I ask?
(Perhaps he is feeling guilty about binge watching Nurse Jackie without me.)
I was hoping that writing today would make me feel inspired and flowing and creative and that I would think of something amazing to say.
Meh. It’s not happening, but I likey likey this new theme.