inulro | The Whitby Plan, and less interesting things

I mentioned recently that Jason and I are sort of going to Whitby again. I suppose I can reveal the plan in public now.

Most of you will know that we work at a small animal shelter, and that Jo chooses animal charities to donate money to every Whitby. I got Pat to send her our info leaflet, and Noah's Arc has been selected as one of the charities that will benefit from WGW this time round.

I will therefore be doing an stand in the Spa on the Friday. I will also be selling bits and pieces to raise money - pens, Gothic Sanctuary compilation CDs, and hopefully some rat cuddly toys if we can get a shipment between now and then.

For doing the stall, we will be guestlisted for the Thursday night so that I can see Faith and the Muse again.

Aside from that I will be doing the usual Whitby plan - wandering about town, shopping, spending too much time and money in Java, hanging out with people, and then crawling back to the cottage to read and go to sleep when everyone else makes their way to the Spa. We will be going up on Wednesday and coming back Sunday morning.

SO HOW MANY OF YOU TORONTO PEOPLE ARE COMING TO WHITBY THEN? COME ON, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. (And I can't afford to go home any time soon, partly because of Whitby attendance)

Today I feel a sense of accomplishment because I have cleaned the kitchen, done some laundry and cleaned out the bunnies. So that's all it takes to make me feel accomplished these days. Shoot. Me. Now.

Having said that, last week was a bit of a nightmare - I made it to work every day, but crawled into bed more or less immediately upon getting home. Walking has become a bit of a chore in the mornings. On Friday I was going to stay home, and was trying to stay awake long enough to phone in sick, but at 8:15 the Council started digging up the street right in front of the house. I decided that as I wasn't going to get any sleep anyway I might as well go to work. The walk to the bus stop was a bit epic. I sort of collapsed yesterday afternoon - the flu bug that had been threatening me all week was looking like it was winning, and it didn't help that when I finally admitted defeat and went to bed, the neighbourhood decided that blowing things up loudly and having loud parties would be a really good idea. I have no right to feel this well today.