The weekend with TC was great. We found a deserted beach….its amazing to still find a place on the coast where only your prints are in the sand, and all the treasures of the ocean can be found after the high tide receeds. (I found a wonderful broken mother-of-pearl shellpiece). Dinner that night was pizza in front of the TV. When I am with my honey, an evening like that is better then any resturant.
But the weekend ended too soon, and Mondy started with a vengence. Meetings, meetings and more meetings….late into the night. I became a slave to them. I hate it when it takes presidence over the important people and things in my life. I am going to try hard to make sure that such weeks are few and far between.