skyring

Your card arrived just now, and you cannot know how immeasurably pleased I am to have such a wonderful, creative, thoughtful and thoroughly nutty person as a friend. If you don't have me howling upside down out of my chair with laughter, you have me aching inside from some wonderful insight into humanity you throw away in an LJ comment or a few salty words on Chit Chat. You are a total darling, and I am so envious of those who get to spend real time with you on a regular basis.

Think of me when the thermometer drops, because it is going to be over 30 degrees maximum from now until March. Hot and dry and windy outside. The clothes on the Hills hoist outside will be dry in a couple of blinks, but it's no time for walking abroad. I'm huddled here in front of the computer thinking it's about time for an afternoon nap.

Last night I sat outside with Kerri on the deck, looking out over the honeysuckle in the mellow night and just enjoying our time on earth together. Apart from a couple of lights ("from a distant farm house," she said) all we could see were dark shapes of trees near and far. A burble of traffic noise from Parkes Way and other roads. Very pleasant. In a couple of weeks we'll be on the Gold Coast, and the evening air there isn't so much mellow as warm velvet, so tangible is it with the humidity. Not unpleasant, but I prefer a dry heat.