You Do Know About the Top of Australia?!

Blessed relief!

Now, let’s get on with it.

For the first time in a very long time, I regret not bringing every item of clothing I own. Even the clothes I washed still aren’t dry after 24 hours.

And I find myself uttering those words again:

“How do you people live here?!”

“You do know about the top of Australia, don’t you?”

There’s sunshine up there. And warmth and stuff.

It’s the kind of place where clothes dry somewhere between the laundry and the clothesline—and you can swim in an outdoor pool without dying.

But no matter. To each their own.

Today is podcast day, and I’m excited!

Previous
Previous

Stockholm Syndrome: We’re Siding with the Heater Now

Next
Next

Give me coffee of give me Death