It's Saturday morning and I'm sitting at my desk in my tracky-dacks and a t-shirt trying to figure out when I'll enter into the world proper today. It's bright outside - it'll be warm again - and a bird coos. I have it all mapped out.
I have people coming over for a barbie tomorrow and should begin the preparation for that. I ordered some top line steaks from Hopkins River Beef - reputedly Australia's best - during the week. I have a hunk of sirloin I'll carve into steaks and marinade. And I have to do some shopping for all the other fixings. I'm well sorted for beer and wine.
I bought some vegie plants yesterday too - some tomatoes, capsicum, zucchini, plus a mix of herbs - which I have to transplant. That'll be fun, kinda. I'm sure Rigby will be poking his nose into that, helping.
The rest of the day is being slob outside of a party tonight. It's Derby Day today, some decent horses going around. I'll put a few bets on this morning, including a crack at the quaddie, and I'll watch through the day the TV brosadcast from the track. There'll be 120,000 people there, but I'll be perfectly happily to slop around in my shorts watching it from home.
