I am sooooooo tireeed. Not even a bad kind of tired, just .... LONG freaking week, you know? And we're only halfway through. 

     The shop has been going well, knock on wood; I've been working like a woman possessed round the clock, while the General negotiates everything to do with the car purchase. We sort of just went with the fates, allowing for chance/Hermes's pixie dust to guide us to the proper ending of the saga - considering almost all of the cars of that type are virtually identical, and G only cared about the 4WD attitude towards various surfaces, and I only cared about the colour, it mattered extremely little which ultimately falls into our grasp. There is a LOT of paperwork involved, which luckily G is perfectly savvy with, while I am often set aside like a small child, with coffee and cake to keep me from yapping, or I am off, poking around tiny alternatives - always a great fan of the smallest Nissan Micras or Fiats 500. I have to say, even though it is about nineteen times overpriced and by far the ugliest car I've seen lately, Honda's E in citron green is adorable! 

G had his ill-wanted birthday 'celebration' yesterday - he really hates the very concept of being in the center of attention, alas, he is beloved by many and try as he might have, he could not escape, and it was positively lovely! Fuck, we ate a lot. His mother can really cook.  o.O  My sister's boyfriend and sis made the cutest cake with fifty marzipan bees on it!! SO nice. Even the wayward offspring managed to gift something in a timely fashion. My mum gave him a tree and I, well, the car, birthday and anniversary gift combined. We were hoping to have the hardtop installed by the time paperwork is all stamped through, alas, the shop couldn't get the parts yet. I know they tried. The two ladies handling the sale were truly pleasant - unlike some other fools from the same profession. :/  No biggie. There's always next week; the ride there is not that strainous, and G needs to learn how to drive an automatic (Both of us are more of a stick kinda peeps.) That thing has a huge trunk, though - if you lay down the hatch, there is room for a rather substantial camping tent. This gave me a whole plethora of future plans and ideas!

Today we were supposed to go help fix some forest patch or watchtower or somesuch with the hunting clique, but I simply cannot get out of the chair. I just need to get to bed. Even watching porn seems like a strain. I haven't had sex with myself in over a week. Not sure if I had it with G - it's possible, but I might have fallen asleep before or during or something. Not that he's dull. I am just THAT exhausted. My brain is stretched like that canopy thingie firemen use to catch people window-jumping from burning buildings. (What if someone's clothes are on fire? Wouldn't that damage the canopy thingie?) ... Ah, on that subject, the municipality of my dad's birthplace has granted us permission to scatter the ashes in the woods, finally, so that's arranged... Now all that's left is for me to ... I guess make more money, and pray for borders to be lifted, so we can go have our anniversary Euro trip! Ah, no, wait. I have to go find a dog transport box, as Lyra will now need to ride outside of the cab. Maybe I could knit her a cage cosy?