Daily Log

It was a perfect morning; clear, still, quiet, three degrees. The electric blanket had me toasted like warm salted nuts. I woke to my dark room and though to a creating a picture to assist my log; it would save me from writing a thousand words.
After a lacklustre buffet breakfast; 28 dollars each for eggs is psychotic, we returned to the room to prepare for my interview. Of course, the network chose that moment to need rebuilding, but with five minutes to spare, we had contact. I sat in my chair, poised with pen, paper and water glass, and counted down time. Sitting opposite a mirror I felt like a news anchor, preparing to give an address across the wireless in 1942; all that lacked was the blinking red light that King George had removed from his broadcast centre.
Coursing adrenaline, I wrote as much as I could through their spiels about the workplace and the company history. As the questions started I tried to maintain focus on topic without falling back to my usual narrative style. I only found myself in a story once, and quickly recovered when the interviewer mentioned the diminishing clock. As names have never been my strong point, I wrote all three panel members down next to their job titles in the first six seconds. I do not know why, but names are possibly the biggest challenge for me in daily life.
With the interview finished, I whacked my head with an empty shoe box. It was over. I had put forward my greatest game face and would leave it to fate. My only issue being how to return my feet to the earth. Luckily the colossus of Tasmania and its stellar wilderness was more alluring than keeping my head in the clouds.
In an attempt to avoid another overpriced breakfast, we made a road trip to Bincheno. We hoped the arsonist who had taken care of the Coles Bay general store, possibly a buffet breakfast advocate from our hotel, hadn't taken out their shops. Fears not realised, we returned with shopping and in a twist of fate I accidentally drove past our lodge and we found ourselves driving up into the reserves of the national park. Going with the moment, we continued to drive deep into the forest and emerged at the cliff-rock edge of the country. Thank goodness for phone cameras. I could not describe the wonder without visuals; it was breathtaking (seriously the cold wind nearly choked both of us).
Bellies aching, we returned to the scene of the breakfast fiasco to have lunch. As the weather turned wild before our eyes, and before our lunch arrived, we decided to zen our time; instead of events and adventures, we would lounge and drink. Not exactly Zen in its strictest definition, but the Australian alternative.
In the early after-evening we ironed clothes and headed for dinner. For five and a half hours time flowed like honey; golden and sweet. Our friendship since meeting at a gym six years ago has changed who I am. It is amazing what changes are made to your life by the introduction of a single kindred spirit. I don't know where I would be now without this friend, but I know it would be a smaller world.