Merry April.

I caught a nasty URI (upper respiratory infection, for those of you that want to think something dirty, heh) and I've been home from work pretty much the remainder of the week. It's given me time to rest up, though yesterday I was to the point where I thought I was going to die, ugh. Things are better now, though. It's a gorgeous day outside, I think I might actually pop out for a few moments to enjoy it.

Everything is on track for the home inspection on Saturday. I'm still not any more nervous about this whole thing than I was, maybe because I know I need a place to live and it may as well be there as anywhere else. I'm just wondering if I'll ever feel any kind of excitement about it, that's all.

This is all happening so fast. Maybe that's why I'm unconcerned to this point. Who knows for sure.

So, my birthday week is more or less over. Honestly, it was a fuck of a lot better than last year, and quite frankly the last five years. Maybe I'm just settled in now and accepting the fact that I'm no longer "young" and that I can't get the lost years back, that it's up to me to steer how it'll be from now on. I don't know. Maybe I'm just thinking that "it's not my time" yet. Maybe it IS and I just don't know it. Oh, whatever. It doesn't matter. It was better, and for that I'm profoundly grateful.

I'm aware that I'm writing in a sort of sickly haze, so I'd better close this out and rest up some more. Enjoy this April Fool's joke from the BBC. I put the "spaghetti trees" one on my Facebook, but the penguins are just as funny.

Cheers.