Where the hell has the last week gone?

It’s “Father’s Day” in the UK today – a tradition that seems to have been adopted from the US at some point in the distant past – quite obviously a commercial tactic to sell stationery and chocolates, because what says “I love you Dad” more than a rectangle of cardboard with your handwriting on it?

It’s been a bit of a week.

The Mac mini arrived.

My mobile phone came up for renewal last week.

A few days ago my other half mentioned that she had a couple of Macbooks at work that were being retired, and wondered if I might be interested in them.

After tipping myself out of bed at 7am this morning, I pulled on some running shorts, and headed out of the door to re-start the “Couch to 5K” programme.

I can never quite decide if “having a quiet weekend” is missing out on opportunities to be here, there, and everywhere, or if stepping away from the mayhem is somehow more valuable.

After travelling north with several co-workers this morning, we arrived at our destination and temporary home for the next few days – a typical corporate hotel nestled in the countryside.

I have to get up sensibly early tomorrow – to meet at a co-worker’s house ahead of a fairly long journey “up country”.