10 days of work left, and the countdown begins.
But really, who's counting?
Then 3 weeks of too-brief vacation, (too brief for the many things I'd like to get done, plans, too short...), and then back at work - 1st week back, see dentist. 2nd week give notice. This delaying on the notice, it's a precaution to ensure I've had my teeth somewhat repaired because there is always the possibility that "giving notice" will be synonymous with "Instant Dismissal". This takes me to the middle of September. Whether I'm moved or not remains to be seen, but hopefully I'll be free to look for work that offers a little more life satisfaction.
Yesterday passed like molasses, no great urges to write or move forward projects, after the morning nap sat about and finished reading "Arabian Sands" by Wilfred Thesiger, his journal of exploration in the 1940's of the great deserts in Saudi Arabia and travel with the Bedouin tribesmen. A good read, only written some 60 years ago, yet what a different world...
And that's it. There's a list of ten thousand things that need be done before I go away, none of which I have begun (let alone completed), plans hang in the air, there's only 10 working days until summer vacation (but who's counting?)