The Weekend End

Tram into the East End after finishing work. Hot. Beer with J at various locations before reaching Gluttony for drinks by the duck pond, a massaman curry. Caught the tram back west and walked home shirtless.

Saturday, coffee trip with Vanessa and Nash. Already 30 degrees at 8am. House Open prep, including the inevitable trip to big box hardware. Killed ants.

Open time, 40 degrees. Strong winds. Took Nash to bakery for lunch but without much shelter. Waited in the car the rest of the time under a tree. Played I-Spy briefly. Neither Vanessa or Nash guessed "bark".

Open over, threw the dressings into the right storage, had a nap, then took the tram back to Gluttony for Gus' 40th. Good catch up, good AB for dinner. Some nice wind came across the duck pond for a while, then the wind died. I thought wistfully about a shirtless walk home. Left but missed the tram by 1 minute so caught the train instead. Saw Ryan after a brief wait in the air conditioning of Tim's carriage.

No rain overnight, but cooler air in the morning. Took Nash back to the bakery for the sausage roll she missed out on. Then food shopping. Vanessa had a massage while I worked out with tunes at home. Then some shopping before visiting my newest nephew who cried in my arms and slept in Vanessa's. Returned home, made bulk curry, saw mother briefly to collect a monitor, then a walk around Woodville before basketball at Timezone. I won the first game but lost the next two.

Quite a bit of stuff to remember forever...

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