I cannot do too much stuff at any one time, I have some sort of physical/mental disability. Lets call it 'Slack', I am currently feeling slacktastic. It is sort of like mental juggling, tossing all these activities around between my brain, my body, my diary, Cheri, my kids and my work. There is only so much I can fit in, especially when it is so bloody hot. The only cure is Reggae... mmm and a coldie. Perhaps it is fate that my dive trip this weekend has been cancelled. The Flying Spaghetti Monster is telling me to stop and smell the calamari. I've only trained once since the Panamuna Regatta. I am seriously slacking. It has been a pretty hot summer though. The trams and train tracks down in Adelaide and Melbourne have been buckling in the heat of the sun. The Australian summer is hiting 45 degrees centigrade (that is 113 degrees Fahrenheit). It is indeed, as the fabulous Michael Leunig puts it:

G'day G'day. Beg your pardon,
I am here to wreck your garden: Tongue is cracked: claws are hot; I've got prickles in my bot; On my back some nasty fires Caused by snapped electric wires; Eyes like newly broken bottles; Lips are dead and twisted wattles; I breath blow flies,
- what a bummer; Hey? G'day,
I am summer!

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