Peeking in from Tuesday morning.
I'm trying to simplify the day. I've requested no housekeeping service and am hiding in the room although the staff have encouraged me to go out and do things.
The issue is I've been doing things, all day, every day, since last Thursday with such crazy hours that I have no concept of date and time.
I stood staring into space this morning, trying to remember when I last washed my hair. I remembered dh having to cool down my flat iron before packing it. That was yesterday morning. Therefore I either washed my hair yesterday or the night before. Ahh, it was a 5 a.m. start yesterday so that means the night before. Which would be...think hard... Sunday. Today is...Tuesday. Therefore I don't have to wash my hair until tonight or tomorrow morning.
That's too much work to figure out whether to wash one's hair!
There was a scramble this morning. Dh had set an 8 a.m. meet up with someone and then they are going into the city (we are at Coogee which is a beach area on the outskirts of Sydney) for meetings all day. This is what he wants to do on his holiday. Fine. I just want to do nothing.
Anyway, Mr. 8 a.m. showed up at 7:30. So we were scrambling (having woken up at 7.) That's why the hair washing question was so important. If I could just sponge bath, then I'd be able to come out to the garden to meet him. Otherwise, no. Dh was really, really, unhappy with the rush. I chose not to go to breakfast with them because I really wanted to have a quiet start to the day, tea and chocolate and linger over reading the paper and then something to eat.
So that's what I did.
There's a lovely common area (big table in the breakfast are where everyone eating inside sits) and a huge table in the garden for people who want to eat outside. Many rooms have balconies so they offer trays and you can take your breakfast back and eat on your balcony overlooking the beach. I opted for a cheap room.
This is quirky, boutique hotel. Two dogs roaming around and staff who know all the guests. The beach is out the front door, down some steps and across the street. Through the garden, out the back, takes you to an alley and then side street that takes you to the shopping street. Lots of restaurants and shops, plus a number of grocery stores. Dh was shocked at how low the prices are compared to Wellington and Ayer's Rock. Of course, I was also buying sale items but blueberries were $4.99 for a cup at Ayer's Rock and were $2.50 last night.
I have some snacks in the room and will head out for lunch around the corner to get a breakfast type lunch, I think.
In the meantime, I'm catching up on email. My computer has not been connected to the internet since Friday, I think. I had booted it up each day to backup the photos from the cameras, but that's it.
Dd has booked me to babysit on Monday so I'm also trying to set that up (dh has a dr. appointment too so there will be juggling.)
My new refugee family wrote to say they are arriving on March 25. So that's settled as well. And I have landlord-tenant hearing on March 22.
It is time for me to update my bullet journal, preparing the pages for next week and next month.