We, the grown ups, were banished from our own house over the weekend. Something about a party which would be totally ruined by us hanging around, stinking the joint up. So we took ourselves off to the northern NSW for a weekend on a farm just outside of Billinudgel.
I went back to the gym, a bit reluctantly I’ll admit, about a month ago. I do most of my exercise at home now where our set up has grown considerably over Covid.
I will probably write a proper piece about the election for ASB later this week, but I thought I’d just note here how much... lighter... I feel since hearing Anthony Green say sometime on Saturday night that he could not see a path to victory for the government.
It just feels... so good.
Found myself paying $2.52/litre for petrol the other day and actually stopping filling the tank about halfway through. I can write off my fossil fuel delinquency on tax, but even for me that was a bit rich. I'm pretty sure the next vehicle is going to be pure electric and, stay with me now, I think it might be a... a... another Volvo.
Wait! Stop! Don't click away. I really like the look of the all-electric XC40.
I just had to de-mould my standing desk. It was starting to look like background vision from The Last of Us, blanketed in fuzzy green sentient shit, and about five minutes from breaking free and coming after me.
We had a couple of days in Melbourne, which I've written about over at Sideboob, mostly wondering at what sort of effect living through the world's longest lockdowns might have on the election.
