where the bloody hell am i?

For five long years, John Howard gave me something to gripe about on my blog on almost a daily basis. Then came the miracle of November 24. And I’ve had nothing to say since. (Or very little, anyway.)
No, I don’t get it either. The thing is, I’ve still been tuning into politics just as much as before, but I guess I’m in more of a listening and observing phase right now. I'll just have to go with the flow and patiently await the return of the writing muse.
Meanwhile, I’m loving my new course in visual arts. The discipline of going to school three full days a week is a bit of a shock to my system though. The workload is intense and I’m definitely going to find it demanding. It’s also a new experience working a study schedule around the needs of a small child, but so far, so good.
I’m also a bit worn out at the moment as I’m preparing for Harley’s fourth birthday party this weekend. There’s been a fair amount of wrestling with a stubborn piñata all week (the damn things are much more difficult to make than they look. Mine looks more like an alien than a zebra, but it’s the thought that counts, right?).
But now, unfortunately, I’m dragging myself off to bed. Tomorrow is another school day--this time painting and sculpture classes. More another time...hope you are all well....g'night.