Emma rocks my world.

Emma visited on the weekend. Even before the weekend the plucky little firecracker took Thursday off for an appointment in Sydney, then kept driving and made it in time to play soccer with Next Week For Sure*. O how I love her, she is totally awesome. Fortunately she had also taken Friday off work, so no crazy sleepless highway driving for the best girl in the world. Instead, a wonderful long weekend of visiting friends, seeing a movie, shop shop shopping and being adored.

I spent the prior five days in anticipation of her arrival. Yesterday I spent missing her; and today. On some of those days I was at work. It's not important.

Smaller rocks.

Nola called because she thought I might be in Sydney for the first episode of the new Doctor Who series. Sorry, Nols, but great to hear from you. (Remember, I don't have your contact details. You have to email me before I can email you.)

I played some more Heroclix with Dave, James, Kate and Simon on Monday.

* We lost by zero goals to four.  ¶ 17:46 0 comments

  Know thine enemy.

From 'The Devil's Chaplain: Richard Dawkins on Christianity' by Albert Mohler, President of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary:
Dawkins is the Charles Simonyi Professor of the Public Understanding of Science at Oxford University. He is an unashamed evangelist for Darwinism, and is the media's favorite evolutionist. His books have sold by the thousands and his ideas have taken on a life of their own--pushed along by the currents of postmodern culture. (My emphasis, but whose irony?)  ¶ 21:00 11 comments

  Back again so soon?

Yes. Returning after a hiatus is a post dated Wednesday. In today's post we read about how life changing events have altered our author's perception of time.

Start again.

Sorry.

I'll give you a green.

What?

I'll give you a green light.

Linda has returned after about a decade to the world of calorie controlled weekly food shopping in a box. What was twentieth century Diet Factory is now twenty-first century NuShape, and I am fending for myself. Foolishly, I have eaten all the chocolate biscuits first. Also, I just finished the last beer. (Can you tell?) So tonight I return to the kitchen as cook and tomorrow I enter the land of reheated leftovers. (Unless I can keep myself otherwise occupied and then I'll buy takeaway on the way home from volleyball.)

Speaking of volleyball, Next Week For Sure lost netball last week five goals to thirty-four. But who cares? We had plenty of players for once and even the women got some time off court, which was nice.

Speaking of nice, I'm not at work. Everything with my name on it at The Muppet Show has the potential to collapse in a heap and take people with it. I hope it doesn't.

Did I mention I was going to China in July with Emma?  ¶ 17:25 2 comments

  Ouch! My eye.

We ran out of mucky cat fud and I brazenly topped up the biscuit bowls and dared to go to bed. As punishment, Emily sat down next to my head, gently stretched out a paw in that way she does, and stuck a claw in my eye. Tears (of blood) before (second) bedtime.

I Miss Emma

Emma and I met in Sydney for the weekend and now I don't know who I am or where I live. Actually, that's not true; those are two things I am acutely aware of. What I am having trouble with is the bifurcation of my percetion of time into when we are together and when we are apart. When we are together there is only together time. When we are apart my perception of apart time is continuous and together time is a wonderful memory. For example, I feel as if there have been seven working days so far this week and we saw Kingdom of Heaven in about January.  ¶ 22:50 0 comments