Hi, this is day two of some serious hibernation courtesy of the once-in-a-generation Victorian weather event we are currently undergoing. It’s post-lunchtime and I’m still in my dressing gown, I fell asleep reading twice yesterday, we’ve made a winter wonderland out of lego, I ate pizza for two meals in a row, and the chickens can’t believe their luck in the garden.
I was also struck with inspiration for a new blog header, which is available for viewing immediately.
The cool weather is confusing not only because it came on the back of a heatwave, but because once the heatwave hit, I found myself overheated and feeling guilty I’d ever badmouthed winter. I was so hot I couldn’t remember ever being cold and surely being hot was so much worse? Except today it’s 12 degrees and I’m in double layers and can’t remember ever being hot and now I truly don’t know which one I’d rather?
Of course the tree is up by December 3 (ps happy birthday Britney Spears I hope you make a lovely new painting sometime), there is a festive air at the homestead, we’ve only got half a season left of the podcast, three weeks of school, a garden that is either frying or waterlogged, feeeelings about next year, some behind-the-scenes stuff about what I actually even want to do with my life (I can tell you I sent the VM dream book to an actual publisher, if anything comes of it I shall report directly), Hazmat got engaged, the text message turned 25, I’m still reading Atonement, still trawling ebay for the babydoll dresses of yesteryear because the modern ones aren’t right, and generally just trying to get through this season of the year and of my life with good humour and a slim budget.
Things are good. How’s Christmas treating ya? Do you want to listen to Nevermind? Are you too hot to put the oven on? Having to sweep out your flooded garage? What a time to be alive, eh?