seldear | end of the week

*clings to Friday*

THANK HEAVENS YOU'RE HERE! I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER COME!

It's been one of those weeks, what with finding somewhere to move, and trying to accept that my profic writing just isn't happening and probably never will, and dealing with people.

I'm not sleeping well because of three things right now: the jacuzzi's constant hum in the room next door, the jangle of the windchimes out the back of the house (in winter wind), and the pitter-patter thunder thunder of the near-constant rain that has drowned some towns in the north coast. (I did ask if the landlords could take the windchimes down, to which the landlady said doubtfully, "Do you really hear it?" Um, yes. It kept me up all night, so, yes, I do hear it.)

And yet not very much rain at all has fallen in the catchment area, or out west, where the water is desperately needed. So some sections of the state are in flood and others are in drought.

Apparently in Sydney there are waterspouts, there's snow in Canberra, and it's still raining in Nowra. Don't you love winter? 'Cos I sure don't.

Saturday, I have to get my gear together and move, settle, and sort out all the bits and pieces of life. I'd also like to finish a couple of stories, start a few new ones, and slaughter a couple of plotbunnies. But that's always at the whimsy of the muse, damn her eyes.

Sunday, I'll be travelling by train up to Sydney for the sci-fi group meet-up.

And I think my period's coming. Which in no way negates my reaction to any occurrence or situation in the previous seven days.

*stares at screen in zombie state*