Almost time for launch

This morning I related my conversation from yesterday to a colleague. “Well, you don’t have any EQ” she said.

I had the last laugh, because only people who don’t have any EQ would be confident in making bold statements about other people lacking EQ.

Oh, hang on. That’s not right…

I had a very productive day today, although I was quite gloomy because it rained almost constantly from 10 this morning until 6. The world outside was washed away in a misty grey gloom, and the only light that guided me was my monitor.

On the other hand, Friday night is pizza night.

I also had the chance to reconnect with an old colleague from, the first person I ever managed, back when we were sat in an office in Buckingham Gate and I once yelled so loud that the rest of the team ran round to see if I was going to kill somebody. What, you’ve never heard somebody shout “what do you mean, ‘what‘?” at the top of their voice? Ah, them’s were the days…

Because I wanted to have a civil conversation with somebody I’ve not seen since 2008, I distracted the kids with an hour of Dinosaur Train, which was Smart Parenting except they went boggle-eyed mental by the end of it, high on a mix of sleep deprivation and ankylosauruses. There was much weeping and shouting before bed, and I imagine if we’d attempted to bathe them, it would have been apocalyptic. As it was, we brushed their teeth, read them Stellaluna (a story about a bat and some birds) multiple times, then they went down to sleep like rocks.

Little, cute shaped rocks, but rocks nonetheless.

That gave my wife and I 90 minutes to pack our suitcases for Australia, a few minutes for me to regret not putting my 360 degree camera in the middle of the pizza while we ate it tonight, and then an hour on a phone call with New York and San Francisco, which probably earned me brownie points for self-sacrifice, and also set me up nicely for 9 days away from anything work related. And now, to bed. Tomorrow I’ll be sleeping in the same time zone, but a different hemisphere. What jinks!

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