freckles_and_doubt | bows, flows, feather canyons

Cape Town weather is always a bit weird, but at the moment it's truly weird. Last week was freezing cold and rainy. This weekend was warm. Berg wind warm. Muggy, humid warm with a side order of a mini-thunderstorm on Sunday morning. It's not bloody winter at all. Rotten swizz, if you ask me. On the upside, the weather forecast promises rain this week, and an "upper perturbation" on Thursday. I'm all excited. (Actually, they promise an "upper pertubation" - I'm not sure if this is a spelling mistake or a technical weather term).

Also, the clouds over the weekend were particularly beautiful. This shot taken Saturday evening, returning from my daily dose of having my ankles affectionately head-butted, aka feeding jo&stv's cats.

Other than weird weather I spent the weekend more or less horizontal, owing to exhaustion. Today's forecast: a bright, sunny outlook upon awakening is already starting to cloud over, and prospects will worsen throughout the day until a deep trough of tiredness causes a complete collapse around 3pm, right in the middle of a university exams committee meeting in which I will be entirely eclipsed by a thicket of Deputy Deans. Memo to self: doctor's appointment, eftsoons and right speedily. Bored now.

Last Night I Dreamed: I was helping my mother pack up the kitchen (full of random broken gadgets) in order to relocate from our island beachfront home. Then I was living in a garret in a faintly Victorian city, sneaking around backstage at a theatre, and trying to avoid the persistent swarm of black bugs tracking me as I flew through the city. I fiendishly overcame them on a legal loophole by virtue of the fact that my feet never actually touched the ground.