The morning started with my dad giving me a lift to work, and we spoke of the routine stuff, as well as how baby is doing.

My glasses had fell apart and he was trying to fix it for me as I went about brushing my teeth, blind as a bat.

I got to work, and then I realise I do enjoy the solitude, and the quietness.

I haven’t been feeling extremely social, and the weekend was a great indicator of such.

I got home early on Friday (slightly after 6pm), and I washed my hair, and fell asleep by 7pm, after I had strummed by guitar (the Wii set, not MY set).

I thought it would be a short nap, until I was roused to consciousness by a phone call at 3.30am.

I slept more than I would on normal nights when it was just a nap.

I read the news, caught up on my Dai-dee games on viwawa, and did a little bit of reading. All the time, not leaving my bed.

I went back to sleep at 7, and the next time I saw was past 12 noon.

I read and read and read. I surfed and surfed and surfed. I rocked and rocked and rocked. I blogged and blogged and blogged. I dai-deed and dai-deed and dai-deed.

And then it was evening.

I spent the bulk of time reading, finishing by 6-ish, just when Shaun, Mao and Effy reached my place with dinner in tow.

And then, we started mahjong early, and ended early, cos we all had things to do.

It was a great evening, and a nice way to ahem, release the pent up stress we had over the week.

With the early session of mahjong, I managed to doze off pretty swiftly on a Saturday night, at 2am.

And when Sunday came, it was…. gasp…. 4pm!

I woke up, and the same old routine happened again, and I started on a new book, Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult. I was enticed by the story until half way through the book when it got too depressing for me to read. I didn’t quite like Vanishing Acts, or rather, I didn’t like it at all.

Some books just leave a bad taste in your mouth and I just have to remind myself a lot of things can’t go with whatever we want, and there is little point of wanting everything my way.

The night concluded with me trying to sleep, and could hardly do so, as I believe I had overdosed on sleep over the weekend.

I wanted to wake for the Spain V Germany match, and as always, it didn’t quite happen.

But for once, Spain didn’t break my heart, and I am one very happy girl.

***

Much things have changed in the office, with the resignation of a very senior colleague. I am not close to him for sure, but it is something that is out of the expectation I guess.

But changes in life are inevitable, isn’t it? People move on, and people just want to be in a better place.

So I guess, while coping with the sense of loss, we know that everyone is growing, moving on, and perhaps, happier.

I am not sure how this will change things in office, but I am sure this is just going to be a start. For the better? For worse?

That’s subjective, isn’t it?