It's already summer-autumn here in Ireland. Leaves falling and lots of rain and wind. Our summer only lasted a couple of weeks.
A minor change here, they have changed my move date to the 29th of this month. This change is due to a change in the date the unit will be cleared, rather than another paperwork setback.
9 days left before my move if you count the fact that we are now past the point in the day on the 29th that I will load up and go.
40 days until my birthday. 69 days until Halloween. 79 days until my mum's birthday. 123 days until I go to Arizona for The Best Christmas Ever. 159 days until Sienna turns 8. 270 days until Hope turns 4.
They are now saying Wednesday, but I think they may have conned me into buying the new place. Well, I signed enough places to be buying the joint anyway.
It's the unofficial last Friday of summer. Thank lord Cthulhu. Here's an unofficial goodbye, summer: Fuck off. Don't come back soon. Autumn is coming. Halloween is coming. Fuck yeah!
13 days until restrictions in Ireland are eased. I don't think the first set will actually affect me personally. 14 weeks and 2 days until we can experience a new definition of normal, with shops open but social distancing still in play.