Things that don't mix:
pet cats and pet fish.
wristwatches and tanning beds.
alcohol and mobile phones.
blog writing and having nothing to say.
This last one of course leads to dangerous secret-telling. My current secret is that I'm seriously working too much... not just that, but the secret is how I get through it. On my drives to and from work I think of those documentaries about the factory workers in China who work 12+ hour days, and spend the rest of their time eating and sleeping. My weekdays are 10-12 hour days, and my days "off" still end up including 5 hours of work. The upside is I'm sleeping better.
On other days, on other drives - I think of people who spend every day of the summer at the beach. People who perhaps relax too much.
Today I thought about the coincidence that antipodean cities Chicago and Melbourne both had marathons at the same time. And the coincidence that both times Wisconsin made it into international news this year it was for shootings, and both times Mark was in Hong Kong when it happened.
Now I'm going to sleep. Mark returns soon. My mother turns 49 today. I will become Australian this week. And Mrs Kristin Hersh visits Melbourne this week. I'll need my sleep.
Good night.
Sleep tight.
