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The predicted hot weather sort of arrived, except it was under a blanket of low cloud, so it’s been horrible and muggy again all day. I hate muggy weather – it’s so draining. Oh well, it’s starting to look rather stormy out there now, and the wind’s come up, so with any luck we’ll have…
I’m ok, and made it home from work. No damage at home – just a couple of minor breakages again – but the centre of the city is a mess and they reckon there’s been multiple deaths. Amazingly, we’ve still got power on in our suburb, but the phones are out, and I think we’ll…
Forget daffodils and blossom, the real sign of the change in the seasons is that the supply flights to Antarctica have started up again. I know this because we live quite near the airport, and the big Starlifter they fly down to the ice in has very loud engines, which need to be warmed up…
One of the books I labelled in the Dunedin backpackers’ has just been released in Italy!!!
One Scrubs DVD successfully exchanged for a voucher, which we promptly spent on several more DVDs. Which means the ratio of books to DVDs on the living room bookshelf has fallen even further… And a large chunk of our Christmas money has been satisfactorily spent, mostly on CDs and a panini press (pretentious, I know,…
(Yes, as usual I’m way behind with the actual writing about a convention, but in the meantime, here’s a list of books…) Friday night BBQAlias Grace by Margaret AtwoodThe Mysterious Stranger and Other Stories by Mark TwainRelic by Douglas Preston and Lincoln ChildSleepers by Lorenzo CarcaterraSpook by Mary RoachThe Street of a Thousand Blossoms by…
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A very wise decision.
The busy busy at the beginning is a sort of blessing in disguise. One has to forge ahead and it keeps us from digging a hole with our pain and crawling in. Instead we blaze a trail into new territory.
I have been thinking of you, and I’m glad you posted to let us know how things are.
I hope your year off gives you more than recovery. May it be a time where you construct wings to fly.
Many hugs … and much love…
Y.