jawnbc | I'm sitting on a stile Maire

Actually on the ~~couch~~ ~~sofa~~ chesterfield. Slurping tea. Waiting for the laundry to ~~tumble~~ dry. I awoke early, not from uneasy dreams but from the combination of irritation and excitation. The irritation is of the respiratory tract: I'm pretty sure it's from the dust kicked up by having our kitchen tiled. Several times last night I woke up with that something-in-my-throat-blech feeling. And this morning my throat's a bit scratchy and my sinuses a bit plugged.

Excitation is because round 3 of 'lympic tickets go on sale this morning at 10h00. I've a few things on my list--but really, if I don't get anymore I've no right to whinge about it.

Yesterday I did my first Games-time volunteer shift. I worked with Liam and Catherine, two other team leads in our uniform distribution posse. We finished setting up the distribution area and did quality control on toques and backpacks. We also got to try on uniforms finally (jacket and fleece vest pieces at least) and they feel as good as they look. Which is teh os-some!!!!

Tiler dude was here last night until after 21h00, and both

querrelle and I were fairly shattered after a busy and unwell week. So this arvo we'll do some fun running around together. And the tiling? Really starting to look nice: we can move the stove and fridge back later today or tomorrow, after we tidy up that half of the room. Buddy need only grout the far wall and the hallway and the kitchen will be done. Let us puh-raise Hiiiim!