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Five days since my last confession! It's still very quiet, in that strange week between Christmas and the New Year which doesn't really exist. The Day itself was stinking hot, ranging from 41-43^C depending on where in the Perth area you were. Lowest for the coast. I was visiting M to do the wrangling as well as the holiday visit, which M does not really care about, except for the opening of the hamper which my bro and SIL send over. I always get some of the loot, which included quite a decent Christmas pudding and a sort of brandy sauce to pour over it. After that, I got home about five degrees under the maximum and crashed on the bed for the rest of the heatwave.
I've had trouble sleeping because (a) the heat gets in, no matter what, and (b) my sleep pattern is really weird right now. If I'm writing, my mind is most active in the late afternoon/evening and I can look down to see the time and it'll be 1 am. It could be that this is actually my natural pattern, suppressed over decades in employment by people who tend to want one moving earlier in the am.
( Talking about the time passing between Stranger Things season 4 and 5. No plot spoilers. )
Today I went into town and realised these trips are becoming a rare thing. When working for the gulag, I had to go in three times a week, and there would sometimes be need for other trips in that time. Now not so much. The train and city centre were packed with people on holiday, but I got my stuff done. Visit to Officeworks [reason below], visit to the main Perth Library, and a lookaround a couple of shoe shops, because my sandals are in that held-together state which could disintegrate at any moment.
The first shop had a sale on all men's shoes, which I thought looked great, till I found out the reason was they were "getting out of men's shoes" and didn't have anything near my size. The second shop said they hadn't gotten any men's sandals this year, because no one wanted them last year. This year everyone has been asking, she said. I told her my sandals had been all right last year, which I know does not help at all! But that's made me think the universe does not want me to have new sandals.
( where I talk in detail about my printer. )
I've had trouble sleeping because (a) the heat gets in, no matter what, and (b) my sleep pattern is really weird right now. If I'm writing, my mind is most active in the late afternoon/evening and I can look down to see the time and it'll be 1 am. It could be that this is actually my natural pattern, suppressed over decades in employment by people who tend to want one moving earlier in the am.
( Talking about the time passing between Stranger Things season 4 and 5. No plot spoilers. )
Today I went into town and realised these trips are becoming a rare thing. When working for the gulag, I had to go in three times a week, and there would sometimes be need for other trips in that time. Now not so much. The train and city centre were packed with people on holiday, but I got my stuff done. Visit to Officeworks [reason below], visit to the main Perth Library, and a lookaround a couple of shoe shops, because my sandals are in that held-together state which could disintegrate at any moment.
The first shop had a sale on all men's shoes, which I thought looked great, till I found out the reason was they were "getting out of men's shoes" and didn't have anything near my size. The second shop said they hadn't gotten any men's sandals this year, because no one wanted them last year. This year everyone has been asking, she said. I told her my sandals had been all right last year, which I know does not help at all! But that's made me think the universe does not want me to have new sandals.
( where I talk in detail about my printer. )