Cracking, clicking and dripping

Dad came home from his most recent trip to China yesterday bearing the news that while visiting the village in Canton that our family comes from they met a (distant?) relative who had a copy of our geneology. The crazy thing is that it traces our family back 130 generations to somewhere in the vicinity of 2000BC they think. I was talking to Nick about it and described it as being "ages" when it really has been ages! My mind boggles.

Work was good today. Our data was finally available again so it meant that there was plenty to do during the day and into the evening. I'm a little frustrated because it feels like I've wasted three days and I hate leaving work unfinished. I'm all too aware that I finish up pretty soon and it feels like there's still a fair bit of work to do with the reports I'm sifting through. *sigh* I have plenty of time, but it just doesn't feel like it. Besides, I'm discovering why finishing the reports at 02:00 a couple of weeks ago wasn't the most sensible thing to do... C'est la vie!

I'm feeling rather sore today in my neck and shoulders and I've got a twinge in the right side of my lower back. I think I've been sitting incorrectly at work... my wrists keep cracking.

After many a phone call and discovering my phone had been disconnected (that's fixed now), Gene and I are happy to hear that the plumber is hoping to fix our shower tomorrow. Drip, drip, drip... ARGH! The dripping is driving me crazy.

Everyone who reads this and happens to be in the state during the Comedy Festival has to come and say hi to me at Trades Hall. It's sounding like it will be good fun. I'm definitely looking forward to night work again. Although it does cut into your social life a fair bit... oh well, I'll see how it goes.

I must admit I'm fairly reluctant to leave the house at the moment. I'm still feeling a little partied out. The long hours and large social drinking work week last week's taken it out of me. I refuse to believe this is due to getting older. I know plenty of people older than me who party twice as hard and still have productive lives. :) Still, it means I'm torn between wanting to see friends and not wanting to leave the house. I'm still a little exhausted and oddly almost homesick for the house... weird I know.

Have had a brief browse at rental ads today. Love the house we're in but am acutely aware that saving money for travelling would be cheaper in a smaller place... or more importantly a cheaper place. There's a great sounding short term rental in town that sounds great. I wouldn't mind checking it out really. This would mean the hideous box packing period that Gene and I failled miserably at last time (sorry to those who had to live through that). However I'm sure we'd do better this time. It would be difficult not to.

Speaking of packing, I think I'm going to tidy the house a bit (it's actually kinda clean except for the disaster zone that is our room). Then it's wheat-bag-o'clock.

I vaguely wish my neck would stop clicking...