My therapist is retiring due to chronic fatigue syndrome. I’m trying hard to not take all the blame for this.

Tuesdays, eh?

My kind of place

Is there anything more certain to end sleeplessness than one’s morning alarm going off?

If ever you think that your work is run by eejits, consider this: when an external report into our organisation suggested that management needed to communicate better with employees, one senior manager protested that the communication was fine, but the employees needed training in listening skills.

Oh great, today’s forecast is 39 Celsius and 80% humidity. And every Aussie I’ve ever met tells me the weather’s better here.

Bleargh. What idiot invented Tuesdays?

My pedometer app tells me that I am 14 steps shy of my goal for today, so I am off to the pantry to get the biscuits so I can end the year on a healthy note.

Oh great. The forecast for Saturday is 42C in the shade. That’s 107.6F if you’re so inclined. I will be sitting on an A/C vent.

For a second there I thought it was ketchup.

I made some things.

Mixed news. The bad part is that little socially anxious me has been tasked with giving a presentation at a major conference next year. The good part is that it’s in Japan.

Mt Gay Black Barrel — a rather nice rum, reminding me of a good Speyside with its caramel and vanilla notes over a smooth wooded finish.

A decade ago was most probably the last time my age will be the square of a prime number.

Today’s Top Tip: making a jam sandwich on the same board someone has just made a blue cheese sandwich can lead to not entirely welcome flavor combinations.

We’re both working from home today and the weather forecast is good. The temptation to play hooky is strong.