This part of winter in Sydney could be called mild as long as you have indoor heating.  Outside it reaches 50-60 degrees at mid-day, but in the early morning, within the concrete walls of my terrace house, it’s ice hell.  I hate being cold and now I’m cold at all times, there is no warm house to escape to.  I have purchased two space heaters and it seems that they just blow money out the window and nothing else.  I am stuck like a pioneer waiting for the spring to take hold, in my expensive and fancy Paddington residence.  I think most people here invest in multiple heaters to fill their spaces for the short months of winter, but I’m just not willing to throw more and more money away for temporary problems; temporary because God knows where we’ll live next time it’s cold and what the outlets will be shaped like.  So, I’m just cold to the core for another month or so.  There aren’t many things that make me as crazy as not being able to warm up.

I took the boys to the mall today to profit from the heaters there.  I let them each choose a cupcake and then browse the toy isles at Target.  I think we hovered around there for nearly an hour and a half.  gasp.  and we walked out with a new book  (Lucas found a book with a steering wheel on it, and I wanted to please him) and some batteries.  Eliot was happy with the pack of batteries and a branch that he had been carrying around all afternoon.  He often finds and holds onto sticks for entire days.

I haven’t written on here in a while because I’ve been working part-time.  I’ve been really busy.  I’ve begun learning some new 3D rendering software and I also took on a photo project that turned out to be pretty intense.  My Mom was here, and helped me survive it all, and then when she left, I was in a bit of a shock dealing with all of my usual responsibilities again. But now it’s OK.  I have figured out how to run the dishwasher again.

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