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I'm home.

I was going to give you a post all about Les, but I find I can't write it yet. So much to write and all the energy drains out of me when I try. Maybe one day.

Thank you for all your wishes. They helped me through a terrible time.

A couple of you have asked if you can help with groceries and things. I really appreciate the offers, but my brain is just not enough in gear to make lists. I'm dealing well with a whole bunch of things, but thinking about food is a struggle.

I do have enough milk and chocolate so anyone who wants to drop in tomorrow or Monday or even Tuesday (not before midday) is entirely welcome. In fact, please do: it will keep me from moping. If you come, the traditional greeting is 'long life' - and if you come I shall be very pleased to see you. I really wanted to be with my family a few more days, and it just wasn't possible and if one can't be with family, then being with friends is a very good substitute.

I'm supposed to be seeing (and want to see) Llyn and Iain, but can't seem to get in touch with them. So they may be there or they may not, depending on our ability to find each other on the net or by phone.

If anyone wants to know details of what happened this last week, just ask. I'm not reluctant to talk about it - I'm just reluctant to make everyone share stuff that was really pretty traumatic.

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Thanks to eneit I have decided that my personal theme for this Australia Day weekend is bushrangers. She started with Mad Dog Morgan (you can see where she started here), who ranged her particular region.

I'm going to up the ante with the Canberra region's favourite bushranger, Jackey Jackey. He is supposed to have been really charming to ladies and to have buried his treasure on Black Mountain.

He was also short. I was informed by a bunch of family that my niece declared that the correct replacement phrase for short is 'gravitationally enhanced.' Given that I am likewise gravitationally enhanced, he is my bushranger of choice for the weekend.

I am prepared to accept more favourite bushrangers. On Monday I shall pose the question (especially of non-Australians who presumably will judge by the numerical value of the name) which one is the most interesting/favourite/cutest/coolest/gravitationally enhanced.

Ned Kelly is not in the running (sorry, but such is life). Nor is Jesse James (because of his unAustralianness). Nor is Dick Turpin (Jackey Jackey was a highwayman in England before he became a bushranger in New South Wales, so if you like Dick Turpin, then Jackey Jackey may well be your bushranger of choice). Nor is Macheath (since he's fictional - but if you sing John Gay's version of his tale, I'll hum along. If you sing Mac the Knife, I shall make up my own words and they'll probably be rude).

I don't know if I can put polls up (this being a free account and all) so we might have to vote by comments.

BTW Congratulations to all the Aurealis winners. Some amazing writing and art well-rewarded.