The weather’s gone all wet and strange. Not wet in a good, cooling, thundery downpour kind of way, but wet in a humid, sticky and perenially damp kind of way. Every now and again the air just gets too heavy with moisture and there’s a shower, but they never last long enough to delight in.
Went to the new gym at Maroubra today and it was great. It felt really good to get the blood pumping again, and it’s a much nicer gym than the one at Randwick, which really needs a good clean and spruce up. Mum and I then wandered around Westfield Bondi Junction for a while. I was considering going in to the free Festival First Night thing in the city tonight, but actually I feel much more like just veging out at home I think. Besides which, I’ve got all the exciting Sydney Festival live music coming up that we booked in November – Andrew Bird on Monday, Sufjan Stevens next Saturday, and lots of other stuff at the end of the month.
I also took down the Christmas tree and all the decorations last night. It always takes a little while to get used to the house being undecorated again; everything seems bare and a little forlorn. But I had heaps of help from Scout, who is as good at dismantling Christmas trees as she is at dismembering cockroaches (and she is very good at that).