I am still recovering from my first day at Vivid Sydney HQ. There is no rest for the wicked, so I started work as normal at 7.30am and finally shut my laptop at 11.30pm.
It was a relatively quiet shift in the crisis comms department, as it was so freaking cold and wet that the crowds stayed away.
I wrote a few weather warnings, compiled hourly reports, then wandered out into the frigid night air in The Rocks to hunt down a taxi and totter home.
I collapsed in bed but, despite being completely knackered, I was too wired to sleep. I eventually drifted off, then woke at 6.30am to hit the ground running again.
I am getting too long in the tooth to work 16 hour days. I was completely shattered yesterday and I’m still out of whack this morning, I couldn’t remember what day it was and had to concentrate hard to remember.
I am also getting too long in the tooth for cold weather. The “polar blast” that struck Sydney this week had me racing to the central heating for the first time this year, despite the skyrocketing energy costs.
I was holding out – sitting in my ugg boots, a long-sleeved top, a jumper and my dressing gown, with a bar heater at my feet, and I was still shivering on Monday!
My gift of the gab saw me talking to two middle aged women when I was walking the dogs and they suggested I get a heated throw rug. They swear by them. Excellent tip, ladies!
At least I wasn’t discussing more intimate stuff with strangers this time. DD is still recovering from people at the Coopers 160th celebration in Adelaide coming up to commiserate with him about my UTI.
Absolutely. No. Filter.
OK, time to brace myself for another frigid morning, with a severe weather warning in place for a third day.
Across the Sydney basin, temperatures will apparently reach a low of about six degrees and tops of 15 degrees, with wind gusts of up to 90 kilometres per hour forecast.
Pity I’m not a skiier. The Alpine regions reported a 15-20 centimetre dump of snow on Tuesday morning, with more snow and blizzard conditions forecast to continue.
I wouldn’t mind so much if we’d actually had a summer, but La Niña stole it from us. Damn her!
Song of the day: Vanilla Ice “Ice, ice baby”