If someone else calls it Festivus imma cut them

OY. Christmas. The good news is that it's over, which is also the bad news, but what can you do. Due to extenuating circumstances, it was a stressful period for me and ultimately I'm glad it's over. The saving grace was cool, misty, rainy Hobart weather, which kept me in jeans the whole time and kept the electric blanket in use. Coming back to 40 degree, relentless Perth heat was rough. Still is rough. 41 tomorrow and only inching it's way downward verry, very slowly. I've mentioned it before, but feel obliged to repeat it - I almost have an allergic reation to heat. I swell, blotch up, sweat like a pig, lose all appetite, and whine my way through all hot weather. I am incapable of coherent thought, incapable of exercise or optimism, and can do nothing but collapse in a pile and surface occasionally for a cold shower or a beer. If this all sounds like an epic exaggeration, I can understand. But for me, it is not. It's a serious hurdle and accounts for my lack of productivity in every avenue of my life. Gymming? Can't face it - breathing heavily in warm air makes me think I'm suffocating, triggering panic attacks. And I over-sweat, causing dehydration and my blood pressure to plummet. So it's sort of lucky that I'm not eating much, or I might be fat! Hahaha! (disclaimer: I am fat).

So I apologise for my shaky posting and hiatus - I promise to improve. The bad news is that I'm about to go to Canberra (on New Years Day) and will be gone again for nine days. So yes, I'm here and attentive, but yep, I'll suddenly be gone again. The good news is that Canberra promises to be FAR less stressful. And marginally cooler.

May I say while I'm here that anyone who ventures Hobart-side must visit MONA? It's tremendous. Long story short - rich guy builds a gigantic Verhoevenesque bunker building cut directly into the sandstone cliffs above the Derwent river, houses his personal art collection there. And hosts an art scholarship. And built hotels onsite so you can stay there as well. It's pretty much my personal dream embodied in a single, glorious location. And it's smart, and edgy, and entirely what Hobart needed. And Tasmanian residents get free entry!

And Hobart itself is incredibly beautiful. Built up and down various slopes, everyone has a glorious view, everything is surrounded by dense greenery and the air is clean and fresh and usually cold. It's like living in the country, without the inconvenience of being ages from everything. I would happily live in Hobart. Happily. Most beautiful city in Australia, I believe.

(this is the hotel mum and dad were staying in. I KNOW, RITE)

So that more or less brings you up to speed. Trying to sort through all my assorted mess to organize myself for the next 3.5 hour flight. At least it'll be cool.