Once again, that demon entity - that Lucifer to leisure, that slayer of idle dreams - has ruined my weekend.
I refer of course, to work. More specifically, the fact that Dan now has to work tomorrow and yet another weekend at Karragarra Island has been cancelled.
Dan and I work full-time Monday to Friday, but currently our jobs are encroaching into our evenings and weekends and the little crevices of space we try to eke between our growing days.
As we both take on more reponsibility and become more involved in The Things We Do All Day, the time when we're NOT doing these things has become less and less.
For now, we've agreed to roll with it. This too shall pass. We're young, childless and our relationship is solid. We are both making our marks on career paths that, for the most part, fulfil us and will lead... somewhere.
For now, this is where we're at.
That said, I still feel bitterly disappointed when another weekend is cancelled, knowing that once again my Saturday will be spent either cleaning the house or hammering away on my laptop or grocery shopping or some combination of the above and not over at Karra, lying in front of the fire or wandering along the foreshore with my camera.
An old jetty near the Eastern tip of the island.