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If I walked outside the door right now, it would be 16 degrees. This is nearly 30 degrees lower than it can be, in February. Sometimes, if we're very lucky, we get a cold overnight that corresponds to this morning's current daytime temperature and then the rest of Australia says "Woe! Why is it so hot here and you're so comfortable!" They're not saying that right now. They're asking about heating and winter coats if they visit Canberra. Spring forgot us and decided to come back instead of summer, I think. Anyhow, it's very comfortable.

I might get to celebrate meat-on-a-stick festival* this year. I find out in an hour. If I go on Saturday, I get to visit all sorts of Embassy** tents, which is very tempting (freebies!) but on Sunday I get a lift in and the crowds are smaller and the music less impossible. In a perfect world, I would have two hours on Saturday and also visit Sunday*** so if anyone wants to join me for the Saturday (especially but not necessarily if I can get a lift) my hand is waving madly in your direction.





*The proper name is beer-and-meat-on-a-stick, but I don't fancy beer on a stick so I pretend it doesn't exist. The government name is the "Multicultural Festival."
** For the record, the Israeli one is next to the Indonesian near the bus exchange and the Palestinian one situated with the rest of the Middle East.
***I offered to help in Folk Dance Canberra's tent on Sunday, but won't know whether I'm needed or not until a friend drops in, in an hour. I guess I ought to put some clothes on. Also maybe ponder the likelihood of coffee in my near future.

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Lots of small things have gone wrong today and my brain has been beset by weather-migraine (currently diminishing to weather-nausea plus headache) but some things have gone right, thanks to the thoughtfulness of others. This means I don't know if I'm coming or going. Since the storms don't know whether they're coming or going either, this is entirely fair.

There is, by the way, the occasional advantage in having this strange weather sense. Today was stormy, but I managed to find the exact hour when the skies were beautiful and the winds pleasing and to have a very pleasant stroll (excepting the state of my brain and stomach and head) up the street to run some messages. I have posted my urgent parcel and collected more books and things from the library and, most important of all, now have enough pain relievers to see me through the storms. I shall take the last phrase as a hint to myself for forthcoming action and I shall be fine for tonight's meeting, or, if not fine, at least tolerably compos mentis. And one big task that has held the sword of Damocles over me for nearly three years is done.