Well, it’s 2019. Hope you all have a happy and safe new year. A prosperous one would be nice, too! Chris is back from his usual Christmas Tassie trip to visit family, I’m back at work and things are pretty much back to normal.
It’s been 34°C or more every day since Christmas Day. That’s 12 days straight of crap sleeping conditions. The days have been so hot, Quinn has taken to sleeping it out. I mean, he’s a cat so he sleeps a lot anyway, but he’s been sleeping far more these past two weeks. And mostly inside, rather than outside. Above is a photo I took this morning about half five. Note the sprawl and letting the legs dangle over the side, not the usual tight, trim little bundle of fur that is his normal sleeping pose.
I’ve been amazed at how well I’ve handled the heat, although a few days ago it was so muggy I felt like I was back in Emerald during the wet season! But some nights have been really tough going. I consider anything above about 13°C to be too hot; single digits suits me fine. This afternoon a front moved through—at last—bringing some much needed showers and cooling things off considerably. Hopefully, that means tonight will be much better sleeping weather.