Open Letter to Australia
Oh Australia,

Why do you make it so hard for me to love you?

August, September, and even the beginning of October were pretty tolerable, but this month you've turned back into the fiery pits of hell that I hated so much last year. I'm sorry, but I'm now convinced that it's not me anymore. It's you.

This last week has been almost unbearable between noon and 4pm. I'm sick of sitting in a pool of my own sweat. It's not even Summer yet. Couldn't you ease up just a little bit?

I'm happy to be leaving you for a few weeks. Feel free to bake your citizens to death during that time, but by February, will you please start thinking about Autumn? For me?

Thanks,
Danielle

Six Months
It's our .5 Anniversary today. I turned all girlie and wanted it to be sweet and romantic, but so far it's been none of the above. Up early. Rushed get-ready. Show tonight. Won't get home until late. And the idea of people I don't particularly care for being there just makes it all the worse. (Of all of Hans's friends that I have met, there are two who I consider to be my archnemeses. But hey, at least the rest of them have been great! And thankfully the one lives in a different timezone most of the year.)

Since We Last Spoke

• Hans had a root canal without much advance notice.
• We saw The Prestige and loved it, but... (highlight for spoiler) :why was Borden's secret word Tesla if the guy already was a twin? We didn't necessarily get that, unless it's more obvious than we think.
• We had a little impromptu Thanksgiving feast. It wasn't exact... take-out chicken instead of turkey, fries instead of mashed potatoes. But we had green bean casserole, so life was good.