Those of you paying attention might recall I set my kitchen on fire about a year ago, or at least I set the roast pork loin in the oven on fire… somehow. We finally had the oven replaced last week, and having a baker in the house meant that the first thing out of it were these amazing cinnamon scrolls.
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.
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.
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.
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.
