Ever since I said that about how it's always fine and 33 here, I’ve been wrong. Just look:
It’s raining right now. The dry riverbeds are filling up. Water is going over the roads. I don’t think it is going to stop. Instead of going for a walk this morning, I just sat out on the balcony with my cup of coffee and listened to it. It’s lovely, gentle, continuous rain in big docile drops – not at all like Melbourne’s nasty fine needles.
Yesterday I ran all over town, shopping, going to the post office, the hairdresser, the library, the employment agency, but today my to-do list is blank. Which is nice.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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