Long days and phone calls

I have been exposed to torture today on so many levels, it's not even fair. First, my Polo match (against Doctor's orders) didn't go as I planned, mostly because I didn't win. The pain in my wrist didn't allow me to swing the mallet freely. I think I must've broken it or at least made it worse. Doesn't hurt though, probably because it's numb.

Before that I was my father's escort to some assemblies that are in charge of our multiple charities. It's that time of the year where we review costs, funds and other idiosyncrasies. I myself have a mountain of paperwork I need to review/sign and trust me, I am surely not inclined to do so. I'm dying for a change of pace... alas, my 'physical' change of pace is far away from me at this moment.

I went shopping today. Strange, I know. I bought something for me and a gift but I don't feel like sharing what it is just yet. Heh.

Caterina Maria and I talked on the phone on this very night. It was remarkably relaxing listening to her on the other side of the phone. Yes, I know that by now, you must be tired. Well, for me, it was delicious. The relaxation I was desperately yearning for. I'm afraid to believe that I am inclined to have a bit of a dependency problem. Though it's ridiculous to entertain such a thought... I can't deny that I get a satisfaction par to none when she laughs only for me.