Welcome to Melbourne, where the weather is a balmy 42… no, wait… 20 degrees

The weather is play­ing havoc with my health. It does­n’t help that half the state is on fire and I’m breath­ing in Vic­tori­a’s beau­ti­ful forests in ash-form. 

We exten­ded the 11°south dead­line and finally put it to bed on Friday. I have another 64 magazine dead­line next Wed­nes­day to get in before silly season.

I have vari­ous polit­ical mach­in­a­tions whirr­ing in my brain, both about Rudd’s and Gil­lard’s elec­tion and the new cab­inet, and Brack’s elec­tion and con­tinu­ing think­ing about G20 viol­ence. It may or may not be posted.

I also have thoughts on start­ing new live-in rela­tion­ships and how I once swore I’d never live with a morn­ing person again. Ha! Those def­in­itely won’t be posted.

Anyway, this is mainly to say I’m still alive, since xammy and coeur_y_don were wor­ried. Oh and that I haven’t had time to read any LJ recently… sorry. Love you all!