After two weeks of being off work (but not really getting a proper chance to relax) the idea of going back to work seemed somehow really difficult. Well, back I went, and the work was just work as usual, nothing more difficult than ever before, but it somehow seemed so. Our current site is an hour and a half's drive away (so early mornings!) and I just can't get into it. I mean, I just don't care about its features and whatnot. Cannot get interested.

So on Tuesday I just decided that I don't want to be a field archaeologist anymore, at least not for a while. I was sick of all my joints constantly aching, always being so tired, always being so dirty, always having no time for other things. So on Wednesday... I quit.

My boss was lovely about it. He said if I get second thougts I can give them a ring anytime and come back, as long as there's any work. I'm pretty sure I will, rather sooner than later. But to be honest, at the moment, I'm really quite relieved after having made the decision, and I have loads of plans for my freetime.

I worked till the end of the week, yesterday was my last day for the time being.

It's all very quiet. I should be in bed still, it's not even 9 am and it's Saturday. Both the husband and the cat are sleeping, our neighbours are quiet, there's no traffic.

Today's plan is to sort out the mess in our house (at least sort out kitchen and bathroom) and then go see Shrek 2.

before & after