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Resolute

Changes are coming.  I'm using the Christmas break to overhaul this blog.  If I ever finish this piece of work that landed at the last minute.  Of course, everyone else is away and can't give me the snippets of information I need but I am determined to have it done by midnight tonight so I can take ten days with clear conscience.  Then the travel go round begins again.

I am remarkably well organised in other stuff - the tree is up, the presents are wrapped (and sent where necessary), I even posted some january birthday presents yesterday, the fridge is groaning with food, the house is clean.

My old phone was refusing to hold a charge for more than an hour so I bit the bullet and bought a new one.  Oh boy, the screen is so big and clear and I feel like an old person in the large print section of the library but it is awesome.  I can't find the typepad app anymore but in all other ways it is wonderful.

Top shelf

This is the view from the apartment I stayed at last night. Pretty swanky. I was in Sydney for the office Christmas party. The upside of having an investment banker stepson is he lives in nice places. And bought me breakfast. Well, he bought me tea as I was too fragile to eat. The other son came too and it was lovely to see them both.

I went by bus. It took 3.5 hours, was perfectly comfortable, dropped me straight at central and cost $40. Easy as.

Homecoming

My youngest is coming home tonight after 3 months away. I'm excited and a little apprehensive about how she's changed. I'm driving up to get her but less enthusiastic about the 2 other trips I have to do sydney in the next 4 days.

I've done about 10% of my Christmas shopping. I was stymied by the fact that john Lewis don't gift wrap. How can this be?

Things I have not done: made a Christmas pudding, made a cake, put up any decorations. Here's hoping for a burst of energy next week.

Remembering

When you're sitting in an australian summer, it's sometimes hard to remember what you were doing these days two years ago. Then you look at the calendar and remember you were sitting at your father's bedside, holding his hand and hoping he'd let go but wondering what the world would be without him in it. It's pretty lonely without him.