It’s the middle of summer in the Southern Hemisphere and I can’t quite get used to it being hot-as-balls in January. I keep forgetting what month it is. Perhaps its apropos since life sorta feels like a groundhog summer break.
Remember when you were a kid and out of school for the summer, how everyday felt the same and you’d lose track of what day it was? Is it Tuesday or Saturday? I have no idea. Let’s ride our bikes down to 7-11 for Slurpees!
Yep. That’s my life. And it kind of rocks. Except no Slurpees in New Zealand.
(My sincere apologies to everyone back home still digging themselves out from under Storm Jonas)