The world turns, the days shorten

It is Christmas Eve; most everyone has returned to their family seat, but not I.

I'm here, in Hobart, slowly plugging away on an overdue work report and eating cheese & salami. Espen is alseep on my couch, snoring softly, and outside the rain falls gently. Later, perhaps, I will bake.

Tomorrow won't be a special day for us. I'm planning my usual Sunday hike on the Mountain, and perhaps a more-indulgent-than-usual meal. What is special is spending time with an old friend I don't see often enough: Longreach is an awfully long way from Hobart.

Tuesday will be an exiting day though. Tuesday we head off to the Franklin River for our week of rafting. I'm very excited and just a little nervous. You'll hear all about it when I get back!

So Merry Christmas and Happy Festivus, my LJ friends. Thank you for journeying with me through what has been a very challenging but immensely rewarding year.

Much love,
T.

Cradle Mountain, with Myrtle Beech (Nothofagus cunninghamii) in leaf turn.