Don't panic - I made it back from the gigs intact (if a bit blurry the next day) and I wasn't abducted by mysterious flying machines. It's just been a busy time, with days flying past seemingly without pause. Work has been pretty hectic and I've had to pick up the slack from one of my more useless colleagues as well as doing my own job. This means long days, tired nights and a blurry brain. I need to put evenings and the odd weekend into my work and I begrudge that - it's not something I should have to do, it's not because of my mistakes, my inabilities or my ambitions but just the fact that I'm sometimes able to get things done when other people can't. I put the time in because I hate doing a bad job, but in reality I'll get nothing more from the company than if I just follow the 9-5 of some of my colleagues. So I end up begrudging myself for begrudgingly working late, and that's just a downhill spiral......we saw this the other day at the Surrealism exhibition in town and it seemed appropriate.  

 

In reality my days are pretty mild and my job is pretty cruisy compared to a lot of people and I do know how lucky I am. But the urge to keep going at the turnoff to the office and stop at the south coast is sometimes almost overwhelming...

Anyway - time is flying past and Spring has officially sprung in Brisbane. The temperatures soared to over 30 degrees over the weekend (with accompanying heat stroke after a mountain bike ride), duvets have been tucked away and replaced with blankets, fans have been dug out again and our barbecue 'Mark' (it's a Weber) has been sparked up again.

Sometimes it seems like the whole of Brisbane has dug out the barbecues as a haze of smoke is hanging over the city. In fact it's just the backburning that they need to do at this time of year to reduce the fuel that's on the ground before summer and the fire season.