What a week

Joerg flew back to Inverell today. He's going to spend a couple of more days in hospital before going home, but he's got to go back to Newcastle in a month to get facial surgery after all. So a full recovery is still a while off, but he's getting there. Kathy is here now, so will head back to Inverell herself in a day or so.

Not too much excitement otherwise. No cars have tried to visit my office, which is rather nice. All I'm hanging out for now is my new computer. I had to back up and stop using my 6 year old machine as it had become just unuseably slow. So I'm using an almost new machine - it's only 4!

Relief

I spoke to Joerg last night, which was a great relief in and of itself. He's going to be fine, it'll just take a fair while for him to fully heal. It doesn't look like they'll need to operate on his face after all, though he still has the drain in his lung that was damaged in the accident.

Kathy was sounding much, much better last night. She's got a friend who is visiting the hospital each day for her mother's dialysis, and our friend is also visiting to take Kathy shopping. So that support network has been wonderful for them all.

Saturday roundabout

Just an update from Thursday first. My mate Joerg is being airlifted to John Hunter Hospital in Newcastle today. He'll be ok, it's just that the hospital has specialist cranial teams available, as he has a facial fracture from ear to ear, across the bridge of his nose. His punctured lung isn't so great either, but he will get better.

We've gotten through the morning soccer roundabout, which is a good trick as I was running solo today. Ang is at a conference at Chapel all day, so I've got the three until just after 2 when I drop them off there before I head to Uralla for my game. They've survived so far, so that's a win!

Prayer

Thoughts and prayers needed for a good mate who I've just heard had a motorbike accident this evening. He's in hospital, cracked ribs and the docs are checking for any internal injuries. His wife didn't sound too bad, obviously pretty shaken, but it didn't sound like it was life threatening. Never a good thing though.

Take care everyone.

Half-way day

As a wanna-be writer, the most difficult thing I find at the moment is finding time to write. There are a few ideas lurking around, but to actually sit down and commit something to a concrete form is proving easier said than done. Even this blog has been evidence of that, as I conscientiously avoided adding anything to it for months previously.

Even now it is tricky to come up with something that isn't just trite "lol, I ated a donut!" kind of entries. To articulate oneself when it sounds like there is nothing more than blowflies buzzing between my ears is an effort.

NanoWriMo is rapidly approaching, and I am determined to give it another go. Last year I made it over the 50k word target, though the novel still lurks unfinished on the computer. I know how I want to end it, but getting it there has been beyond me for a while. And I have no real ideas for this one, either.

What's worse than a whinging Pom?

A manically grinning one, one that will be dining out on the Ashes victory for months to come. Thanks heavens I've moved out of the office next to him :-)

Does 7:15am count as a sleep in?

I'm sure it doesn't, somewhere around 8 to 8:30 would have been much preferable, but alas that was not to be. At least we had no definite plans for the day so it was a nice, unrushed kind of Sunday, a far cry from last weekend's soccer carnival. Plus the weather was lovely again. It looks like we are in for a long hot summer.

It looks like we're going to lose the Ashes again. Clarke and Ponting were just run out within an over of each other, both to very good and somewhat lucky fielding efforts. Craig, one of our resident Poms and a cricket tragic, is going to be insufferable at work for months.