A good end to the day. Two hours thirty minutes and ten seconds, not all of which was hell. I ache a bit and feel vague and vacant, but managed to get a reasonable amount of fluid down my neck so think I should pull up OK.
On my long runs, if it is quite warm, I often finish with a small tide-mark of salt in each eye socket. Makes me wonder just how much fluid and other stuff I actually sweat out. Sports drinks, instead of just water, are the way to go.
As I was post-run stretching in the garden I saw my favourite Australian bird, or rather one of. Looks like an owl but is not. It is a Tawny Frogmouth. The pic is of one that nested above my car when I lived in Neutral Bay. Tonight I saw one fly into our neighbours oak tree and from there into another tree in the garden that backs onto ours. You have to see these things; they have a sort of spoiler on their wings that enables them to fly almost silently. When they land they sit perfectly still, close their eyes and look like a bit of a tree. They sit still most of the day and are active at night. Not an easy bird to spot.
They're very cool and I'm glad we have at least this one in our hood.
Other wildlife in our hood include, according to local a local park ranger and confirmed by the internet (which never lies), the red bellied black snake ("one of the more common species of large venomous snake still found in the Sydney region"), and the eastern brown snake ("one of Australia's most dangerous reptiles. It is fast-moving and aggressive".) Cool! Various other snakes and bugs and birds and lizards and I will be spending some time in the gully, where they hang out, with a camera.
In animal-dream news Sally tried to scare the crap out of me last night when she leapt out of bed at around midnight, convinced some bug or other was crawling over her. Lights on, arms waving, bed-clothes flying. No bug found. The night before, when I made my way to bed a little later than her, she gave a strange yelp and greeted me as if I were the dog. More asleep than awake, confusion reigned for a while and I'm not convinced that when she did go back to sleep she knew whether it was me of the dog in bed next to her. That was weird; I had been expecting odd dreams of my own, having had a cheese sarnie before retiring for the night, but I, eventually, had a sound dream free night.
A quick work bit. Things have gone to shit, technically, this week and I have found myself far more involved than I am used to. I quite enjoyed that. A bit like discovering the fun people and places a couple of days before you end an average holiday. Had it been like this from day one I'd probably have stayed. C'est la vie.
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