So I'm off to the charming village of Stanford to care for my mom after her operation. Poor mum. She's phoned me almost every day with 'contingency plans': 'If I die, do such and such. If I'm slow to heal, this and that must happen. Here's money for my funeral in case you need it.' Its more than bit depressing although I appreciate that she feels more comfortable knowing that there are plans in place.
Work, after two weeks of late nights and two disrupted weekends, should take care of itself. Like mom, I've been making plans and contingency plans. I might or might not get online while I'm away. I hope I will, I want to keep up with my blog and my blogging friends.
In the mean time, my number 1 'find', a part-time lady to temp in the office, has had a 'bit of a wobbly' to quote her own words, and won't be be back for work. The fact that she got her dad to phone in for her, along with the fact that she's supposed to be a friend of mine and could have spoken to me herself (I'm personnel officer - hardly a terrifying prospect) rankles slightly, but although her workload is zilch, she doesn't have to support herself, her own health is good and her parents aren't even thinking of dying, I'll take her word for it that her stress is extreme.
Sigh. I suppose I should be glad I don't have her problems (whatever those may be). Will ensure that she gets tons of sympathy even though I could use some myself.
I'll be seeing you all as and how I can.
Today's pic: a dam wall. Seems appropriate, somehow. I may not break! I must not break!