chilly down with the fire gang

Phooey. More Cape Town fires, this time on Devil's Peak, which means the campus is being persistently buzzed by helicopters grabbing water from the university dam. It all feels a bit post-apocalyptic, what with the 'copter noise and smoke and all. On the other hand it's been all wind and cloud for a couple of days, with that cold, heavy air that's more like a liquid than a gas. Autumn is here! I feel better already.

I'd be happier, though, with more sleep: am contemplating an Infernal Bunny Machine for disposal of my alarm clock, it's causing me active pain to wake up every morning with the bloody thing beeping while it's still dark outside. In my ongoing love affair with sleep, light is the sinister seducer breaking up the happy love nest.

Work has calmed down to the point where I can amble off and do more interesting things occasionally. I have to go into town to collect my visa this morning, which means I'll have an excuse to drop by Naga and see how many closing-down-sale items I can cram into a small corner of my credit card. This evening I plan to gird my loins, empty my bladder and take myself off to see Watchmen. Watch this space.