Reasons

I’m exhausted. It’s been a long, long day. And that’s what life is going to be like for the rest of the run up to our December trip to the UK. Errands, meetings, lunches, braais (so no, it’s not all been hard work) and the delight of mid afternoon loadshedding. And then the extra hour and a half they added on to it. FFS.

I’m going to continue to try and update this blog each day, but given the way things are going, I promise nothing. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t top of my priority list though. It’s just that you share that position with several other things as well.

You know how it is, right?

The World Cup is killing me

These late nights are killing me. Actually, it’s the early mornings in hellish conjunction with the late nights that are killing me.

2010’s games seemed to be at a much more acceptable hour, almost as if they were designed to be comfortable for our time zone. Weird.

Right now, I’m wondering whether I can afford a couple of extra hours to watch Ghana play the USA.
It sounds like quite an attractive idea at the moment, but that might not be the case at 6am tomorrow.

UPDATE: And why this fuss? Because death by World Cup exhaustion is a thing.