Monday, December 30, 2013
December 30. Day 364. Things are hotting up
I hate the cold. I hate the wind blistering your skin. I hate that your extremities refuse to warm up no matter what. I hate cold sheets that force you to curl up in a ball until you gradually pluck up the courage to edge a toe at a time further down the bed and having achieved bed warmth being forced to ignore the call of nature until things get really desperate because you dare not leave your cocoon. Sure those who live on the cold side in the cold versus hot debate will say you can always put on another layer but there's a limit to how many you can take off. I see that, but the cold has reduced me to tears in the way heat never has. That doesn't mean, however, that the long hot Queensland summer is exactly nice. It's unpleasantly sweaty and draining. On those days there are only two things for it. Water or air conditioning or in my case both.
The pool was unsurprisingly popular today. Dive in, cool off, get out be dry and hot and sticky in no time at all. Repeat. Everyone was after a piece of the action (this is my nephew Connor). A parade of hot sweaty bodies were jumping lemming-like into the refreshing water. Tomorrow is another day and my guess is the pool will get another serious workout