Aren't you glad I'm back?

If you think the posts below magically appeared perhaps while you were napping...(I mean carefully watching Le Tour de France...) then the answer is yes. Things got busy. This blog didn't! But I'm back....I think I've lost some days in here somewhere...but I try my best to be the bearer of glad tidings.

TUESDAY

My bed! Finally my bed!

Glad moment: it made it up the stairs...now who wants to come over and try it out?

WEDNESDAY

Office pranks. If you think I'm kidding when I say I'll send you the bill in the internal mail, I wasn't. One perfectly delivered faux-invoice. A day to wait for the response.

Glad moment: the smugness that only delayed gratification can bring.

THURSDAY

Quick wit delivered by return internal snail mail. How I do love a sense of humour.

Glad moment: keeping pedants in business.

FRIDAY > SUNDAY

Lost somewhere in France.

MONDAY

Rest night at Le Tour de France...

Glad moment: finally a night in bed early!

TUESDAY

see Friday > Sunday.

WEDNESDAY

Old friends, old art...Abstraction at The Art Gallery of NSW followed by the perfect antidote, Victorian Visions. Don't get me wrong my bower-bird eyes lit up at the works in the Abstraction exhibition. The Mondrian and Braque works especially feel like old friends and I comprehend the momentous shift this exhibition tracks...but there is just something so lush and seductive about voluptuous figures and the quality of heavy oil work of the Pre-Raphaelites and their other Victorian-era friends that stirs something deep, or should I say much deeper.

Glad moment: 'other' art making my heart sing.

THURSDAY

Thinking about escape (I mean er, travel) plans!

Glad moment: The more I say it, the more it forms as a tangible alternative.

FRIDAY

Yep...I'm king of the mountains! Wearing polka dots did it today.

Glad moment: Yes, the lack of sleep does effect my wardrobe choice.

SATURDAY

Rollin with my homies...and eggs for breakfast.

Glad moment: Eggs taste better in the company of beloved girlfriends.