No plan

Melbourne morning. Dark clouds hover over the stark white sky. It might rain. The Magpies, Wattlebirds and Crested pigeons in the garden call out in the cool air. Thank goodness it's not hot! I'd planned to write something sooner, but all my best intentions dissolved. My next longer blog will be written after I've received Mark McDean's artwork for the Collisions project, it's due to arrive this week. Unfortunately the one that he made for me prior to Christmas was lost amidst the flurry of parcels and letters received and dispatched by Australia Post. I am reminded as I hear the rubbish bins being collected that the gardeners will be arriving soon, along with the usual racket associated with lawn mowing and leaf blowing, that I need to get out of here to avoid the persistent sounds. I'm so used to the quiet now that any intrusion, other than the blissful sounds from the birds or Schlock's laughter (he is the little boy next door) is indeed an imposition. Most mornings around about this time I begin to plan my day and the BOM's weather forecast has great bearing on what I decide to do. At least today I should be able to be out and about for longer than a few hours. It has been way too hot over the past few days for me to contemplate being outside. So, the plan is to get out, but apart from that I may just let the day guide me. I guess no plan is still a plan?