Just checking in.
I'm very tired from end-of-month insanity at work (and trying to prepare for being out of the office for two weeks), and very crabby from having the oil changed in my car (WHY must they always move the seat, reset my trip meters, change my mirrors, and turn my lights off every time no matter where I go??), not fitting into my old clothes because my commute gives me no time to work out, and discovering an order I placed through Amazon was fulfilled incorrectly and now we may run out of cat food while we're on vacation.
Yes I'm overreacting, it's quarter past eight PM and I haven't had dinner, but I don't want to eat dinner because I'm fluffy 'round the middle and insert insane thought cycle here I just want the very capable, fit body I used to have and the time to maintain it.
Perhaps in the upcoming months I'll be more reliable about checking in - I come home and veg on the couch any way, may as well come up with a few stimulating thoughts....
I'll certainly come back soon and post pictures of IRELAND! And possibly thoughts relating to how we chose Ireland, where we plan(ned) on going, what we see(saw), tenses depending on when I come back to the blogosphere.
Salad for dinner. Hold the grumpiness.
