Boom boom boom boom

It is day 2 of Ramazan, and I am somewhat underslept due to the drummer pounding away for sohar somewhere just outside our flat, whenever that time is, just before sunrise.  Our neighbourhood is chock full of Armenians and Jews, as well as the occasional visible Muslim (only a few, very few covered women and almost no old men in Hajji caps and several bars and beer-selling bakkals on our street), so I was slightly surprised by how loud the drummer was and how long he pounded out his riffs on James Brown's Funky Drummer at 3am.  I am a huge fan of the Ramazan Drummer but he does make sleep a difficult option.

When ı slept, I dreamed of timetabling and ı fixed all the glitches and conflicts and everything was perfect when I woke up and realised it was all still mired in the chaos of the new year.

Leaving in 2 weeks. I bought a huge suitcase at the weekend, and got Lola vaccinated. I asked the vet to fill in her health certificate and to date it around the 8th because it must be done a week before leaving. She dated it for the 30th of August, so now I need to find another vet who can re-sign it on the 8th. 

I just want to be home.  I am tired. This week has already started out crazy and can't ease up until I go due to all the new programs starting and new teachers coming. Madness!