Do you ever find there’s heaps of things happening, but it seems like there’s nothing to say? Me too. Having seen the apartment I’ve been hanging out for, and deciding within a matter of hours it wasn’t suitable, I’ve found a house which is awesome, and have been consumed by inspections, plans and so on and so forth over the last few days. The documentation has been sent to a lawyer, but I got a message from her this evening saying she’s found something which concerns her, and not to make any offers until she’s done some research tomorrow. I have a terrible feeling there’s yet another big “but”, coming up, which seems to be attached to any and every property I’ve seen thus far. Or perhaps every property in general. I’m just not sure.

My knee is almost fully recovered, I ran on Tuesday and felt great. Once my brain had processed the idea it was okay to do it, that is. Now my brain’s insisting it’s tired, and wants to go to bed quite soon. Shut up brain, remember who’s boss. Although my body seems to agree quite happily, so I’m not sure which bit of me that leaves as the rebel.

Today I’m loving: adding the words “like a fox” to any random sentence and making myself laugh.

Anniversary head shaving photo ...