Rainy day

Rainy day in Melbourne, a slow plodding day, it's been a week of reading and writing. Halfway through my second novel this week. Next week will have the buzz of the boys around the house but for now the quiet indoor life is fine. performing tomorrow and back to battle stations. I love my job, the simplicity of the challenge, standing in front of a group of people and making them laugh, the immediacy of its result, its success, its failure. The chance to comment while entertaining. The camaraderie, lately I've been rejoicing in working with people that I've know for a long time, that have known me for a long time. That will still be there after a bad night, not that we've had one of those for a long time. Planning for next year, looking forward to holidays soon, a few good shows left before the end of the year and the sun. Am I getting old? I was in Brisbane recently and relished the warm weather I could feel my bones thawing out after the Melbourne winter.
Footy fever is gripping Melbourne, Perth and Sydney fans can be spotted in the street. Still feels like a foreign language to me football. It's like a distant culture, I know it, I respect it but, essentially, I'm of it. Like a carnival in an exotic country I enjoy the colour and movement.
More tomorrow... The rain smells fresh...