Every time there is an extended hiatus on this blog I feel the urge to explain.
This time, the excuse is simple and honest. Shortly after my last post I had to head back to Australia again — less than a month following my previous visit — to prepare the family home for lease. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing with very little time to prepare and a lot of things to do, and yet it did not deter me from fantasizing about all the “free time” I was going to have over the one-week stay without having to worry about work or looking after the kids.
In my mind, the list of things to do in Sydney was long:
– catch up with the many friends I didn’t get to see last time;
– catch up on some much-needed sleep;
– kick start my exercise regime with jogs and workouts day and night;
– do copious amounts of reading on my barely-used Kindle every night;
– watch some movies blocking up my backlog;
– rekindle my relationship with my Playstation Portable following a 3-year break;
– eat lots of Aussie food I miss and have plenty of great Aussie coffee; and
– maybe do a little bit of packing and some ancillary stuff required before you lease out a property.
Instead, what I did that whole week, from about 6 or 7am to midnight or later each day, was:
That was about it. It was probably the most brutally exhausting stretch of my life — and certainly the most physically demanding — since the worst of my lawyer days.
The lesson to be taken out of the experience is to never expect anything and to be prepared for everything. For instance, I had been ready to write up a storm upon my return last week, but of course my decimated immune system offered feeble protection against a crazy-ass virus. The illness kept me in a zombie-like state for the first couple of days during the incubation period and a couple of nights ago went full Walking Dead on me. Debilitating shit it was indeed.
I’m no close to 100% yet but at least I’m finally back to a semi-functional state. There’s a lot to be done, so I suppose I should get moving. Unexpected stuff happens all the time, so we should treat every day like it’s our last. OK, maybe not literally, but constantly striving for a goal ought to be a goal in itself.
PS: The one good thing about everything that has happened is that I got to watch four movies on the two plane rides.