Things are slowing down at last, though I don't expect it to be so for long. Just when I start to relax things and events take off again at a rapid pace.

I need a job, perhaps just break my self in gently with a few hours a week. The holiday-home cleaning is very slow. Hopefully they will have someone in for the school hols. Theres nothing around that I am qualified for. I don't think I have the stamina to return to aged care in the home. I enjoyed it but I feel I won't be able to give it my best.

Everything is so dry, small bush fires springing up here and they are keeping the firies busy, the lawns look dead and the dust is on everything, I water the veggie plot from the rain water tank which should be nearly empty by now, it needs a good clean out so its only used for the garden.
Everything is crying out for rain.

I'm trying to get on top of cleaning out the craft room. To say it looks like a bomb has hit it is an understatement. I've nearly cleared my desk top and the bed and mananged to get my wool stash down and organised so that the lids on the boxes actually stay on without having to be weighted down. Next its the embroidery threads and maybe try and finally finish a couple of the projects I am working on. They were supposed to be last years birthday and christmas presents for a friend, with any luck she might get them both this christmas. The bed is layered with books, then material, then various projects, on top of that more books and boxes of beads and threads. I can't find a thing I need so I am going to get ruthless and turf out things that no longer have purpose.

I've got to get over to Malanda soon, got my tarot class.

Jan