Sitting at home. Reading. Waiting for 12:30 so I can give up on the possibility of being called into #work this afternoon, and then finally leave the house to go for a walk nowhere in particular. #CoffsHarbourLifestyle
I got up at my usual Pavlovian 5am, eventually realised it was a weekend and went back to bed for an hour at about 10. Then I meandered out to the shed to enjoy the solitude. Then the atmosphere erupted into 90% water for about 10 minutes. The past two hours has been spent mopping up the mess and wondering why these desert dwellers don't take roofing seriously.
@Ruben I'm marginally less crazy: 6am. Partly because Kitty always used to wake me up for breakfast at the first sound of morning birdsong, but now mostly because the very, very young couple in the flat next door, with whom I share a bedroom wall, are *ahem* morning people.
"Hmph. Wha? That's a queer sounding bird. Oh, Jeez no. Again? Hasn't it snapped off yet? Sigh. Right: breakfast time. Also, put on some music, I think."