So this afternoon after work, instead of falling face-down onto my mattress like a drunk, I’ll be tying down everything that isn’t tied down, checking the yard for hazards, and transferring everything from my outdoor laundry up the stairs and into the study. The dog will be nervous. The cats will be suspicious. The frogs and geckoes will be scarce. The possums, hopefully, won’t see it coming and will be killed.
- Anthony hit Townsville, and the power is still out. With any luck the roof is still on.
- I’ve become so depressed by all the garden junk cluttering up my study that I can’t go near the computer.