Melbourne 's top temperature was 39.3 degrees centigrade at 6 pm. At the time I was as Blarney and Barney's place having a beer. They have air conditioning, and it was still hot. Their cats looked all floppy, from the heat. I got a quick cuddle off of Rey Rey. Just for a minute. Maow Maow would have stayed in my arms for half an hour. Rey Rey is not that silly.
It's hot.
I'm grumbling and trying to look for the good in all this because I don't really like the heat,
But:
- It's breezy. Not good for bushfires, but better for airflow.
- It's dry heat.
- It's a bit overcast - so my flat doesn't get as hot as it could.
- I got to see a really good movie yesterday while escaping the heat (The Brutalist is amazing)
- I got a big job I've been wanting to do started.
- The three loads of washing done this morning are all dry. Just have to do the ironing.
- Hot weather means I slow down.
- And do a bit of reading. Don't tell anybody I'm reading Jilly Cooper.
- And I've started working on the second draft of a novel. This is not the first draft. Never a bad thing.
But hot weather means my brain gets pickled.
So that's it for tonight. Besides, it looks like some big thunderstorms are coming this way.
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