I rose at 4am to take ABI Brother to the airport to fly to South Africa for the Third Cricket Test. Correct me if I am wrong about it being the third test. Last night he spent hours fussing over paper work for the trip, but I think he got it right in the end. I told him to keep the paperwork together. While it might be muddled, it will all be there. He had bits of paper everywhere. Bags, pockets, passport folder, plastic folders. Lordy.
I drove straight from the airport to work. I thought I might have had time for a nap in the car, but no. I arrived at work just before 6am, in time for work but no snooze time.
Oddly, it was no problem travelling on the strange freeway to the airport, but once back on familiar roads to work, I went into a weird place in my mind.
Tomorrow is my day off and fortunately or unfortunately, I will journey to the far east of Melbourne and take Mother out to the shops.
Oh yes, R gave notice of finishing up at work today too, entering into official retirement.
I function, therefore I am.