mission not so much accomplished

Hmm, well, it's Sunday morning now. Awoke at 07h30, couldn't get back to sleep so got up and did some yoga (needed a break from Tae Bo, three days in a row and my body was staging a measurable protest). I suppose that's better than yesterday when I woke up at 05h45 and tossed and turned until deciding to just get up and get on with the day. Maybe I am incapable of sleeping longer than 6 hours at a time. Maybe I need to medicate more, hehehehe.
The weekend was filled with pleasant enough thoughts - spoke to The Girls back home and we have officially booked a Spa Day one day prior to the wedding! Mani, pedi, facial, assorted waxing (not so pleasant) and culminating with something called The Water Journey, which promises to exfoliate away all forms of full body skin impurity with various scrubs, showers, massages and aromatic oils. Ahhhhh I am relishing in its magnificence already. Not only will this make me all shiny and buff for the Winnipeg wedding but will be most appropriate preparations for the following weekend, when I jet to Portugal for yet another wedding with a recruited date resembling a Beverly Hills 90210 cast member (in age AND beauty) and where the weekend has the promise of many, many good times, as Rodrigo will be on retainer for all forms of Porto entertainment.
After learning that I will not be relieved from work until December 23, and after several extremely frustrating conversations involving unsuccessfully trying to convince the parental units to make the trip overseas for the Holidays, I have almost wholeheartedly made the decision not to return to Canada for Christmas. AND, I am excited about it! For 27 years it has been the same thing over and over, and now with the prospect of spending this (supposed to be) exciting time in a new place with different people I am remembering how one is supposed to feel at that time - all warm and gooey inside! And not just because of the Christmas sweets. I have a few options available, we wll see what materialises, but perhaps I will go back to Porto. It will be another great chance to see Gonzo and Rodrigo again as well, and Pedro and Rita for their first married Christmas, and perhaps meet Teresa's family. Although the fear of imposing is great and I will have to see how feasible this is for all invovled.

I have quite a lot of shopping to do, but cannot for certain say I will overcome the inertia that has rooted me on the couch with a soft blankie. Grumble grumble..if these stores were open later during the week save for just one night it would make shopping much more convenient. Nothing of urgency, except for a b-day present that must be sent to Barcelona by 1 Oct., so I suppose I can fall victim to the couch for today.