The rain threatening tomorrow will happen after dark, according to the weather bureau. Hooray. Which also means the plans for the beach Crimbo are NOT cancelled at the last minute and I don't have to do a mad scramble to make the house ready for a cluster of guests at the last minute.
See if you can sense where an argument was happening about that, folks.
I'll be ready for it next year. I hope.
I have Mayhem doing bread and I shall get Chaos to tidy the dining area. As soon as I get confirmation from MeMum, I am launching to her place because the seasonal traffic is fucking bonkers.
The best way to beat it is (a) launch early and (b) be zen. A safe journey is just as important as the destination.
In the meanwhile, I will be focussing on writing that makes me happy. I get back to work when I'm back home.
After I feed the cats, of course.