As you can tell it's a bit windy and rainy in Melbourne today. I have it on good authority though that this is EXACTLY like Iceland in the middle of summer - so, Melbournians, drink your cocoa which a chaser of cement and as they say, 'Harden the f@$K up!'
Today, I don't feel particularly Icelandic. I don't relish sideways rain.
I have been working on the speech I have to give on Friday at the start of my colloquium meeting. I need to practice, practice, practice what I'm going to say. I can't talk for shorter than ten minutes - which won't be a problem as I have so much to cover. I also need to cover everything in such a way as to not confuse everyone with disjointed garble.
I'm nervous. When I think about it, I'm very, very nervous. So, I try not to think about it too much. Only in the wee, dark hours, when I can't to a single thing about all my angsty angst.
I imagine you will all sigh a sigh of relief on Friday afternoon when I'm finish and you can stop reading endless update on my current state of anxiety of the chapter, or the abstract or the speech… I'm looking forward to then as well.
For now, the weather is perfectly mirroring my inner turmoil - the weather inside is frightful, too!