On rare moments during meditation, I wander the empty corridors of my mind. But more often, I wonder who cancelled the cleaners.
It's 11.18pm and 31 degrees celsius in my home office which means my internal body temperature is almost in synch with the real world. I can't tell you happy that makes me. Which means there's really no excuse for spontaneous combustion in this sort of weather and that at least 100 17 year-olds around Melbourne will wake up tomorrow morning with RSI from scooping ice-cream all night.