out of bed at least

Got out of bed today at around 6am, when I woke up, to get the watering done while it was still cool. Hah! Lowest temp last night was 27^C about 1am, when I was still up cuddling sir (geriatric rat Cedric) who had suddenly decided he wanted lots of attention, after three years of being a rat who kicks you in the throat when you try to cuddle him. Still, the plants are doing remarkably well. I've moved most of the small potplants into shade but nothing in the garden has croaked on me so far. No sign of the tentatively promised storm, so I guess that passed us by.

These extreme weather conditions are all that make me become, temporarily, a morning person. Well, I get up.

I seem to have made a friend request to George Romero of which I remember nothing. Not that it isn't an honour; him being the person who began the zombie apocalypse, but I'm sure I never actually asked. :-)

I also added a small detail to my novel: wouldn't call it progressing much, but I have formed an early link between two of my characters, Ellen Wakeling and Tom Roper, in the year of Perth's evacuation.