Beginnings are a very delicate time

It is a Monday morning.  A fairly chilly morning (as far as Australian mornings go), the sky slightly overcast and a cool wind blowing.  Most people from other, colder, countries would probably find it hard to believe that it’s so close to midwinter here.  Our winters are usually mild, but this one is being particularly so.  And particularly dry, putting Perth in a very precarious position with water.  And yet there are still people watering their lawn, despite a total sprinkler ban and some imminent rainfall.  You can pretty much picture my face while I’m typing that.

The beginning of another week.  The weekend was fairly laid back – the husband was away for work on Saturday, which meant that the kid and I were alone for the day.  Except we weren’t – my mother came in to catch up with the kid for a bit, and then I spent an afternoon with an amazing friend of mine while the kid took a mammoth nap.

Yesterday was as cruisy – the kid had a massive sleep in (his sleeping so much is probably the effect of the chicken pox vaccine he had last week), which let us sleep in.  Housework in the morning, then the husband and I toodled off for a massage in the afternoon.  Which is pretty much necessary for both of us with our back problems.  Back home to feed the kid, then bath him and get him into bed. And then we finally tested out the 3D of our new television – by watching Tron: Legacy in 3D.  Just insert a happy sigh here

This week is probably going to be all about research for me again, as well as plotting and outlining.  I need to find my way into this new shape of Thought and Memory.  I’d love to be actively writing right now, but I suspect that any writing I do now will just be deleted in the future.

Heh, and the kid has decided that I’ve been sitting unmolested for too long and is trying to climb onto the laptop.  Time to wrap this up and get on with the day.

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