That was a silly idea. I went to the gym today — for the first time in ... well ... let's just say a while. I'm feeling okay but I'm sure I won't be so lively tomorrow morning. Still, I'm glad I did it. All I have to do is keep going.
Work hasn't changed. We are surrounded by a sea of plonkerness. (I was going to say that we're adrift in the Good Ship Plonker and it's time to throw people over board but that didn't make sense. So then I thought about being stuck fast on the shoals of plonkerdom but that didn't work either. I give up.) Only 98 weeks and 2 days to go before I move north permanently*. I hope I can hang on for that long.
But I'll be up that way before then. In fact, in about three weeks time, I'll pack the car and head to the Atherton Tablelands for field work. If I have any spare time, I might case the area for suitable land. (Not that I can afford it at the moment but it'll be fun to look.)
* I'm serious about this, Mr McD. Mark my words. (And clear out your garage, just in case I can't find a place to live.)