Emerald city
I spent most of the election weekend down in Sydney, finishing a book in my hotel room and giving a talk at that architecture conference.
It went very well, thank you.
Both the talk—and, of course, the election.
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I may have fallen into an alternate universe.
I’m in Sydney today and over the weekend. I’m supposed to be staying at the Novotel, but there are about 87 Novotels in Sydney, including a City Centre Novotel and a Central Sydney Novotel (which is actually in Haymarket).
Currently sliding between alternate Novotel’s, and feeling as though I am in danger of losing contact with my alpha site universe.
Check!
I found this in my iPhone's reminder app this morning. I have no memory of making it, but it seems like a pretty good plan for the workday.
First workout post op
I managed to get some writing done while I was wandering through the brain fog after melanoma surgery, but I wasn't allowed to do any kind of exercise. And honestly, I wasn't in much of a mood for it. I felt pretty demotivated.
My PT, Darren, came around this afternoon, however, and we loaded up the barbell for a deadlift session. It feels like the engine has kicked over again.
I did a bit of a climb up the ladder and back down again.
Saving face.
My bachelor holiday was rudely interrupted by surgery this morning, the excision of the sneaky little melanoma that decided to set up shop on my left cheek.
Quite a bit more cutting and sewing than normal. 81 stitches by the time my dermo was finished. The chicks are gonna dig this scar, let me tell you.
I had all these big plans to come home and crank out some words, because I’m a hard nut. Or maybe just a nut.
But I took a few pain killers and fell asleep instead.