Well, more like crash landed.
Post-holiday depression has hit me hard. Harder than usual. I think I am becoming more nostalgic in my older and wiser years.
It could also be because we ended the holiday on such a high — Movie World — so coming down again was exactly like the menacing 89 degree drop on the DC Rivals HyperCoaster I was forced to ride.
It’s actually the tallest, longest and fastest ride in the southern hemisphere which is probably why my face is still sore from the 4.3 G-force.
I know my neck will never be the same after being jolted wildly about on the Scooby-Doo Spooky Coaster.
While the Arkham Asylum rollercoaster took at least three years off my life after I decided to pay $5 extra for the virtual reality goggles.
Anyhoo, all that anticipation, fear and excitement had to go somewhere and that somewhere was down when the girls and I had to jump on the plane home the next day.
If that wasn’t bad enough, less than 16 hours later I was walking (well moping) into work, fighting away the tears that were on the verge of spilling over.
I had already collapsed into a blubbering mess the night before so I thought I’d be right by the next morning but my brain couldn’t comprehend getting up before 8am, it had become so used to sleeping in.
I should have given myself a day or two off to recover, but that’s me — a glutton for punishment.
But there has been one thing that has helped me through my melancholy drudgery. And his name is Smokey.
That’s right folks, we have a new addition to the family. And he is the cutest kitten you have ever seen.
The girls have aptly named him Smokey due to his colouring, despite my pleas for Jasper — a name I had picked out for the son I never had.
But in typical fashion, I lost out to the girls’ endless begging — but not without a negotiation.
I would let them name him if they promised to feed him and clean the litter tray. So we’ll see how that goes.
Because this cat can eat and all that food has to go somewhere doesn’t it?
Not my favourite thing about cats but I have placed the tray in the laundry and after buying the most expensive lavender scented kitty litter crystals I could find, I have not had to deal with any offensive odours at this stage.
Let’s just hope this cat doesn’t send me broke.
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