I'm off to Townsville again tomorrow. An overnight trip. I'm running a workshop up there on Friday, and I have a thousand things to do before I go, but right now I'm avoiding all of them. Why? Because right now I can't think over the noise of my inner petulant toddler grizzling that I DON'T WANNA GO!
I'm tired. So very tired. I haven't allowed myself enough rest to recover from a recent bad gluten episode and the associated insomnia. Entirely my own fault: my decision to spend the weekend running around, joyously doing stuff, instead of getting the rest I knew I needed. Now I've gone from being ahead at work and on top my to-do list to woefully behind, apathetic and recalcitrant*. The booklets may not be finished, the case-studies are unfinished and I may have nothing ready to present, but at least I've packed! *sigh*
I fly out at 4:20 tomorrow afternoon. I'll get home again around 10 o'clock Friday night. And now I've completely wiped my weekend clean of social engagements. I was very much looking forward to a Saturday morning trip to the markets and a Sunday outing with friends, but what I really need this weekend is rest. I desperately need to catch up on sleep, and can think of few things better to do than finish my book and potter around the garden. This weekend I'm going to listen to my body and give it the loving it needs. I just have to survive 25 hours in Townsville first!

Food for the trip (I haven't had much luck with gluten-free food in Townsville previously, so I'm not taking the risk so far) - click through to flickr for notes.
* I shall forever be grateful for one Mr. Paul Keating for introducing me to the word when I was 14.