Well, I woke up around 6:30 this morning. And I got to sleep closer to 1:00 last night. That’s about my average, and I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I should be a lot more tired. Thing is, I’ve taken a lot of naps, almost every day for the past two months, so maybe I’m used to sleeping at odd times of the day? Maybe my body intuitively prepared for jetlag? Yeah, of course that theory is pure bollocks, but I had to give it a try.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning. The view from my room, I can’t even describe it. Being a writer in Australia is going to be a challenge. What a weird thing to say. Writing is always a challenge. But that’s the fun of it.
I’m going to read for a bit, then have breakfast with the gang here. That means Karl and Becky. And I don’t think that’s Australian, but a word I use to describe the group of people I’m hanging out with. I’m sure somebody out there can vouch for me.
Then I might actually get ready for and go to church.