I know I haven’t written in a while, but I have a perfectly valid explanation. You see, it’s been a crazy, stressful couple of days for me. My parents took a week’s worth of holiday recently, leaving me to man our company by my lonesome. The amount of work is endless, and every time I so much as blink it’s like the pile of work I am yet to do has given birth to octuplets. Every task I cross out on my to-do list gets replaced with another two, or five. Apparently this is what it’s like to manage your own company: you’ve got to be on top of absolutely everything. To think my Father has been doing this for over 20 years, and I’ve never heard him once complain (or even flinch). So naturally, I strive to do a good job in his absence. I’ve a lot to learn yet, and it will be years before I become anything like him, but I’ll be damned if I do not admit this is one of the toughest weeks I’ve ever had in my life! When I go home at night, I am so tired all I want to do is lie down with a good book and sleep. (Or fall asleep with the book on my chest, which believe me doesn’t happen often!)
