When you stop dreaming it's time to die
Monday, February 13, 2006
As the week begins
Well, well, well; over the weekend I soon realized that it is almost half way through February and I have to start and finish one course and then finish another one that I am in the process of writing a paper for. I best start working on this before time gets away from me and I am frazzled beyond repair.
Then I came to work quite excited that my babysitting experience is over. I opened my emails and there is the dreaded one that it is foggy in Mexico and the plane was unable to leave yesterday. I have the kids for another night!! Who has ever heard of fog in Mexico? I didn't even know that they got fog, rain, hurricanes, but fog? How is a little fog any different from flying through clouds?
So as I prepare myself for the night ahead I have been practising deep breathing and claming techniques all day.
Then I came to work quite excited that my babysitting experience is over. I opened my emails and there is the dreaded one that it is foggy in Mexico and the plane was unable to leave yesterday. I have the kids for another night!! Who has ever heard of fog in Mexico? I didn't even know that they got fog, rain, hurricanes, but fog? How is a little fog any different from flying through clouds?
So as I prepare myself for the night ahead I have been practising deep breathing and claming techniques all day.


