33

A few things seem to be going unnoticed lately. I quietly returned from Western Australia last Sunday, and I quietly had a birthday yesterday. Apparently 33 is supposed to be the start of mid-life crisis in a man (so I've heard somewhere), but as a cynical Gen-Xer, I expect I'll probably be immune to that, and consequently, I don't really have any special insights to offer at this point. I have, however, decided to get myself a little birthday present in the form of a ticket to the Sarah Blasko concert in Brisbane in just over a week -- the extra show that's been added after the original one sold out weeks ago.

By a curious coincidence, 33 also represents the forecast temperature tomorrow (in degrees celsuis if anyone was confused) on what is going to be my first solid ride since I came home. That could make things intersting, considering that I've just spent three weeks in Western Australia's coldest and wettest September in as long as anyone can remember. How cold was it? When I climbed Bluff Knoll in the Stirling Ranges, it actually snowed! Well, I was planning to meet the summer heat head on this year, and there's nothing wrong with starting tomorrow.

For those who are wondering, I do plan on finishing the narrative and adding pictures to my (to date) sadly neglected WA page on crazyguyonabike.com, I'm just not sure exactly when I'll get around to it.