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12.12.12

I could not allow to be 'left behind' and not have a post on a day I am never going to experience as when it next comes around, I will be a certified angel; coming down to earth occasionally to lend women a helping hand when they need to punish errant husbands :)

It was a particularly hot day.

I had to say goodbye, at least for a month, to a friend, who has become pretty dear to me in the last few months. So, in that regard, it was a sad day. I was stoical, but it literally hurt to do the presidential wave- I didn't even get to bid farewell with a hug :(

Anyway, I also, got home early- read, 9:00 pm- for the first time in a long time and in a few minutes I will be sound asleep...this I am thankful for. These last three months I have been operating in headless chicken mode.

I have put on more weight than I think I am allowed to and today, I made a decision to go back to a proper exercise regime and a 'watch what I eat' programme. I have over 'lounged'.

Not much, really, I just needed to have it on record that I took note of the "special" day that 12.12.12 is.

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