The work laptop was turned off at 7 p.m. tonight. It doesn't happen very often, but after a day of back-to-back meetings and constant interruptions, and having started something early in the day, I wanted to finish the buggers. This bit of work has only been worked on for the last year, this would be the final hurdle. And at the moment, finishing anything is a good thing.
Also, for a change of pace, I'm not travelling for a while. I'm sure there will be more trips up to Darwin, but for the moment I'm grounded in Melbourne. This is good. The cat likes me again. I get to see films that I'd otherwise miss. I get to see friends. I get to do Melbourne things, such as meet a friend for a swim on Sunday. Strangely looking forward to proving to myself that I can still swim a kilometre. 40 laps of a 25 meter pool - I can do that, albeit slowly.
Tonight, after the last email was sent, the last document banked and the last JIRA ticket updated (JIRA you ask - just another form of corporate torture - but like the ducking stool or the scold's bridle, you learn to work with the pain.) I made myself go for a walk. I hadn't been out of the front door all day.
And it was just like Darwin.
27 degrees. 80 percent humidity. It was like walking through custard. But the 40 minute walk, down to the river, over to the shopping centre and back again was just what was needed. The only big difference was there wasn't the discernable smell of smoke which lingers over Darwin most of the year.
Maybe this is Melbourne's way of saying welcome home. We love you here.
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