I am so sick of winter. But doesn't that sound so selfish when I have nothing else to complain about (except Spanner)?
I mean, half the world is either on fire or drowning in massive floods. What's my bloody problem?
But summer is around the corner and before you know it the swimming season will be in full swing. I checked out my ocean swims calendar and on September 5 there's a swim at Burleigh Heads in Queensland (can't make that one). On October 16, the first swim of the season I might be able to do is at Forresters Beach in NSW.
For now, I'll have to make do with checking out the surf at Coogee over the weekend of the RWA conference.
In the next two months I'll have to work on losing some kilos! I've grown love handles and other fatty deposits over the colder months.
I am a seal - not a walrus - and so smooth and sleek with my fatty winter coat that I will make perfect shark bait if I don't get active.
PS: My next post will be a report on the conference, which runs for three days - and nights! Romance writers know how to party! I'll postpone the diet until Monday.