It is true. After two gruelling weeks (phew the sweat) I have quit, resigned, unenrolled, left the toga party toga torn but unstained. I joke about it but it was no easy decision and it took me some days to arrive at the station of common sense. My poor old brain was not coping, by the end of the second week I was mentally pooped and missed one of my half days of work. This brain is at its limit I am afraid and it is a freeing experience to arrive at that conclusion. So, onwards and upwards and after a good afternoon sleep I am back in the blogging saddle. Yeehar cowgirl. I have my photography club and I assure you my obsession with my homework each month is taxing enough. My family inwardly groan every time we have a new theme as I can read anything into any old innocent mushroom in the paddock or a foot on the balcony railing. I obsess and drag them kicking and screaming along with me. They love me. I tell them every day. Eventually it will be so ingrained in their psyche they will happily point out the next item that speaks to them photographically. Aaahh, normality returns.
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