I saw fish in the river! A whole school of tiny black ones when I was walking home from work.* Yep, the fish spotting viking stikes again.
There was a man holding a small child on the edge of a river landing and when I looked where they were looking, I saw a disturbance on the water's surface and there they were! Not as impressive as the school of large silver fish I saw last year, but fish are fish.
Don't know why seeing fish thrills me. It's possibly partly because the Yarra River (particularly around where I live) is not the healthiest watercourse around, so it's nice to know it can still sustain life. But even as a small child when I had never even heard of the Yarra, I was always looking at the colour picture in my mother's gardening book of goldfish in a pond.
* Yes, work again.
Obviously I'd prefer to be on holidays still, but it was good to see my friends at work. I also think it will be good for me to have some routine back in my life to give me some structure again.
I wore my pedometer to and from work. The round trip is a smidge under 6 kilometers. This is silly, but I'm pleased to know the route on the south side of the river is not significantly longer than the north side as I had thought.
I had a soak in the bath tonight and exfoliated off half my body skin. Smooooooth.
PS I have the word 'canderflabble' stuck in my head... (I'll tell you what it means next time, unless you're too impatient and have to go ask Google...or you know already, you clever clogs.)