It's almost time...

...to leave this hot hell of D-Town.

Apologies for beginning so negatively...well, it's actually a positive.

The past 4 days or so have been stinking hot. Yes, yes, what else would I expect in D-town during the build up? "Here is a cup of concrete, precious Sascha"

I have many apps on my iPhone. One of these apps is a weather app and the info comes from the B.O.M. It gives you a bunch of info about the weather, including the 'feels like' temperature. Today it said 'feels like' 45.1 degrees!!! 4th day where 'feels like' has crossed the 40 degree point. I know it is not wise to believe all you read, but I will vouch for this one. It was bloody hot and steamy. I would exit air con to venture to meetings and assemblies around work today and my glasses would fog up upon entering the furnace of outside-land.

Finally, after days of no rain, D-town got a good drenching at about 4pm. Yippee! Rain! I have never been so into weather before. I saw this awesome lightning strike across the water from our balcony that hit Charles Darwin National Park!  First time I have witnessed this. There was like this flame at the end of the strike. I was very surprised that it did not start a fire! Anyways, sure, it got cool (-ish) for a while. I was still unable to enjoy a cold shower. I get a cold shower if I am prepared to stand under the thing for the first 30 seconds of turning the tap on. After this time, it becomes lukewarm and in no way is it refreshing. To combat this, I need to prepare the bedroom with cooling air con air beforehand so I can let the cold air cool the water that sits on my skin.

Try the pool you might suggest? Ha. It's like getting into a warm bath. Then I start to think about bacteria. You know, heat and water. Gross.

So basically, what I am getting at, is that it has been fucking hot man. Seriously suffocating stuff. And with people I know who have lived in the NT for more than a decade start bitching about the heat, I feel I am allowed to moan and groan about it also. I have been sweating like crazy. Need some salt? Just lick my skin.

What does this all mean for Mad Sascha? Well she hasn't exactly reared her hideously ugly head in an intrusive manner, but she has made me quite tired and well, perhaps a little grumpy bums. Poor M. He has had to put up with my moodiness and want of getting the fuck outta here.

We leave in about a week and a half. It is quite emotional. I want to drop the bundle. But I won't because I am strong or whatever. I just want it to be then, now. Ya know what I mean? How did I last this long?

My left leg is still weirdo. Altered sensations and all. And my knee, well it's still weirdo too. No worse, no better, just there. Annoyance plus!

I have plenty of other non-Mad Sascha related things that have been goin' on. My oldest friend's wedding, the fire alarm in the building going off last Saturday morning due to some douchebag letting off crackers in the fire stairwell then obstructing the entrance to the fire stairwells with shopping trolleys (wtf?), M surprising me with tickets to M.I.A in January at the Enmore, getting a visit from the sis (love you A), finally finishing a book (with words and no pictures) called Tamil Tigress, perfecting a pumpkin risotto and being rejected for a few teaching/education jobs.

I cannot believe that I have managed to get through 3 years of living in D-town. With M away for 9 months, getting diagnosed with Mad Sascha, dealing with my thyroid issues, having 3 stone chips on my windscreen, oh gosh, it's been tough AND we are going to miss seeing Paul Kalkbrenner on December 15th (devo) in Sydney-town.

M is looking forward to seeing the old Sascha again in Sydney. As am I.

Thank you so much for reading my blog. I cannot express how much it means to me that you take an interest.

I must now prance and sing around the room to this Pixie's tune while I pour and continue to sip on another NZ sav blanc.