A floating I will go (or have gone?)

Well dear readers, yesterday I experienced a sublime floating experience!

Floating I hear you ask? Yes readers, by floating, I mean the experience of going into a pod filled with with water that is heated to body temperature and infused with 550 kilograms of Epsom salt.

This was a birthday present which was wonderfully accepted by yours truly, so yesterday, I hauled my arse into the city to have my cherry popped by going into the flotation pod for 60 minutes in complete darkness/blackness and with no sound.

How was it you ask? Well, I opted to enter my tank in the nude (that’s the best way I’m told) and I happily floated away for an hour.

My experience was mine, so this is my experience. It was like I lost my body and I was just thought. It was incredibly relaxing and I’ll be back.

A belated happy birthday to me!

Well readers, the Thursday that’s just passed (29th September) was my birthday!

So it’s a big celebration now that covid 19 is over (thanks Anthony Albanese, but I can’t find a link to the news about covid 19 being over…..).

My 50th birthday was well, just shit, with the virus still lurking in the shadows, ready to say a massive ‘fuck you’ to anyone who dared flaunt it in public.

I got the virus this winter (really, it was very very very weak), so I said a big ‘fuck you’ to corona virus myself!

The weather is finally starting to be nice again – that’s the benefit of a birthday in the first month of Spring – with leaves growing on the deciduous trees again.

The stump of the wattle tree has finally been removed (thank god!) and in it’s place is a seedling of an apple tree that should produce apples in a couple of years.

My hair is long enough that I probably should tie it back, but being curly, it’s got a mind of it’s own, and of course, as I’m just terrible at putting it in a man-bun, it just looks weird and fucked up (think clown hair, just dark brown).

Anyway, that’s enough of my random thoughts for today.