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THE PEELINGNESS OF MY SKIN GREAT BIG SHEETS OF IT

I mean this always happens after I get sunburned, I just forget how unsightly it actually is.

Finally got a work programming thing sorted out. Why do people think it's cool to call things by weird names and then NOBODY ACTUALLY EXPLAINS WHAT THE TERM MEANS?

Hockey training starts tomorrow; I'm hoping to play on the field in Team 2, but I'm not sure I'm going to have time/space to goalie for Team 3. Also, my body is really not coping right now. There's a part of me that wonders if it's unwise to be doing stretching/weights exercises being coached by a couple of guys who are in their mid-late 20s. Look, I may not look to be in my mid-forties, but my body most certain is in on that memo, and this means I can't just push through. I don't have that resilience anymore.

Also: the weekend was pretty much spent around people - my permaculture group had:
- a course on Suburban Permaculture Design all Saturday
- the Management Committee meeting (first of the year) Saturday night
- zoom meeting with dad & stepmum, half-bro & niecelet: she was very excited to see my cats lying on the bed with me!

- a course on Sustainable Living on Sunday afternoon
- church on Sunday night
- went to pick up a couple of things from my mother on Sunday night and ended up having dinner with her
- came home and lay on the bed with my cats for a bit

Today was Superbowl Monday. My church (yes, here in Australia) has a Superbowl Day, organised by an American who married an Aussie and has been living here for the last twenty-five years. There are a couple of guys who are into the superbowl as an event, and I gather it just became a Hangout Day for (by and large) guys.

The first year I was attending the church, they issued an invitation to 'come to the Superbowl party at [street near mine]'. There was no requirement to be male, and I had heard of this 'superbowl' thing but never actually had any idea.

So I turned up at the superbowl party that first year.

The guys were chill about it. I think a few of them were quite tickled, especially since I do enjoy sportsball watchings, just so long as things are happening. And that year was one in which the favourite was down all game until the last quarter when things happened, so it was pretty cool.

What has resulted is that almost every year, one of the guys asks if I'm coming to the superbowl party, with the intonation that they expect to see me there. I don't always make it; I forget to take time off for the day (because it happens from around 10am until 3pm here), or things are too busy to juggle around.

I kind of forgot this year, but also: after the weekend, I was not in a space to socialise. They're great guys, too, but I do kind of wish there were other women also interested in watching. I understand that sportsball games are not everyone's bottle of water, but it would be nice to have another woman, and not feel a bit token.

And, admittedly, to me, half the party is in having food at the party, which the guys don't really do (a couple packs of chips are not 'food'), although there are hotdogs for lunch.

The last few days have been nearly impossible for writing. I can't seem to think. Also, my period is due and I am absolutely exhausted even just typing this up.

B1 and I are both going to bed early this evening. I picked an apple off one of my trees (#howdoyoulikethemapples) and had half a bacon deluxe from Hungry Jacks (my sister had the other half). I added tomato, tomato sauce, and coriander to the burger and it was pretty nice.

Anyway, I'm shattered. The cats are already away and it's only 9:30. Although I really would like something sweet for my tastebuds. I know we have ice cream, so maybe a spoon of that...