I'm Getting Old

I'm tired and I didn't even get really drunk last night or do anything today, but my body seems to have lost some of its stamina! Drinking mindlessly until 3am is not appealing at all to me, and this is tricky to cope with considering my fishbowl of a social world revolves around getting drunk and staying up late, then slowly driving home. I like to snuggle down into bed around 10, after having spent the night at home (making dinner and zoning out in front of the tv). And James, who is 4 years older than me, gets frustrated with me not wanting to get pissed all the time, or have a few "quiet drinks" (meaning drinking a carton between 2 people in one go whether it be at the beach, while watching a movie, at Rocky Glen, or just at home in general).

Anyway, Rocky Glen progress - our hole in the linen cupboard floor is finally filled in, and the floor coverings are being installed on Tuesday or Wednesday (depending how soon they finish a job they're starting on Monday). We went to put the shelves in, but discovered they don't fit - another thing on Rivergum's to do list.

Paul is coming down this weekend and said he and Deb might pop in for a coffee and a grand tour - it'll be nice to see him again. At work, he was the person who I could vent all my office stress out to and he understood it all cause he got all I did, plus some.

James's 10 year high school reunion is being planned for October. I kind of hope he's not home so we don't have to go - actually he says he doesn't want to go.

The bloke who looked at the Minlaton house last week had an appointment with his bank yesterday afternoon - still waiting to hear how he went. If they give him the money, he'll pretty much buy the house. I'm getting a bit uneasy about it all and just wish the house was sold and things were done and dusted in perfect time for us to move into the new house. I'm sure I've said that before because I think that a lot.