Honestly, it’s the worst. At this point I can only obsessive runs.
Honestly, it’s the worst. At this point I can only obsessive runs.
Looks delicious! Hope it made up for the other day.
Distraction in general… Yes, of course!
Ahaha, spud gun was my first thought, too.
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RUN FOR YOUR LIVES
(I legit always hear IM in my head when I’m thinking about it.)
Ooo, I have not been brave enough.
Don’t let it rob you of this gorgeous day. ✨
Decisions, decisions…
Run to the hills… or
Head to the ocean…
Hills be easier and my one of my favourite brunches be that way. Hills it is.
That’s why I’m eeeeeaseeey…
My favourite version is the FNM cover.
Worst ever. 15. 🤣
Noooooo. 😭
Get well soon.
Oh, it’s just cleaning my gear. Little bit of soapy water and elbow grease is usually sufficient for my gear. Bit gentler for my visor.
Still have to wash my bike at some point, so there’s that.
Back in one piece and now the process of operation de-bug guts begin…
They just love going kamikaze on me. Just me. ‘Cause I fully look like I love massive amounts of bug guts smeared across my line of sight.
Ugh. You headed that way?
It did after a few kms after the cameras, but seriously, so many poor drivers.
Whenever it’s a long sort of weekend, I always forget.
TF. The traffic at nothing, heading down to Geelong. Such a joke.
Yeah, so good. I paid over $2/L Blergh.
Hmm, bumbled a couple of questions, but happy with 8/12.
Oh yeah, Smith Street Woolies is a vibe unto itself.
We all get taken aback sometimes. Sometimes, as awful as it sounds, it can just be a good reality check to ensure that you have your wits about you. It’s not a pleasant thing, but sometimes it’s necessary.
I had an odd experience, not threat-wise, but still bothers me to this day. I think I might have mentioned it some time ago, but I almost willingly handed over $50 to one of those fake monks. I can’t really explain why in the moment, I would have if I hadn’t got pulled away and it was almost as if I was under a sort of spell? When I think back, it was weird like spirituality trust thing, like, oh, you’re a monk, I can give you x dollars and then he pulled out a notepad showing donations of $50 etc. and for some reason I just thought, oh, okay and started to fish out $50…
Reflecting back on it, I don’t know why it still really bothers me. Usually, I’m good with seeing through things like that, but I think it’s weirdly that I felt offended/betrayed that the ploy worked on me because I believe in spirituality of sorts. It was jarring.