I'm lying here in bed at midnight under a doona, sheets and a couple of blankets, and I'm still wearing a flannelette shirt. My phone tells me that this is the temperature...
For American readers, that's 30°F, or as some people call it, "cold enough for ya?".
The day has actually gone ok, despite the fact that it was also below zero when I got up. Work was quiet and I was tasked with a genuinely interesting legal research job. Things are looking up!
Rejoined the gym in Shepparton after work and bashed out a workout while I was there. Definitely worth it: I left feeling more upbeat about life in general and feeling that there were actually many more possibilities to explore in the big wide world that I hadn't thought of.
Dad back up here from the south. I feel bad for him: he's not handling the cold well, and he also isn't good with cabin fever. He seems sore and achy everywhere, but I don't think the doctor has much to offer him. Not good.
No more for now. More tomorrow.
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