Tuesday kind of looks like Thursday if you're speed-reading. Anyway, I haven't done much in the last few days. The rain came when I was ready for some sun. Today, I saw the sun outside while I was working. So I went outside and the rain came. All I have now is a monitor tan, there's not even a moon. Tonight I finally succumbed and plugged in the electric heater for the first time this year. Tomorrow I'm getting up early to go for a walk in the national park, because I can.

The week since I was in Melbourne didn't feel quite real, because being in Melbourne didn't either. It's strange to lie in a hotel room and watch the news from home, even though you are home. The place kept reminding me of Glasgow, with its arty greyness and architecture. I was even on a train full of Collingwood fans after their team was defeated, which was a lot like living on the Celtic side of the Clyde.

Great email from my cousin Sara who's cruising down the California coast towards Mexico in a vehicle with people she met the day before. Hmm ... when she was here in March she had no money. But I still remember how good it feels to be rent-free, moving through the world, until you need to stop. But soon you need to start again.