Mark O’Meara: the blog

Well I have been awake for a little over 12 hours and very much unlike that poster that gave up smoking I feel pretty ordinary.

Lesson for the day - I don’t know how Jack Bauer manages it.

Well it would seem that with Lunchbox being sick, Nicky having a Very Busy Day and Viv being Back From a Short Leave things are pretty quiet on comments front.

There are far worse things, like stubbing your big toe.

Lesson for the day - I am glad I haven’t stubbed my toe.

As I lugged my backpack into the taxi this morning it rather gracelessly threw in the towel on the zipper front. At the time I thought that was a bit piss poor as I only bought the damn thing in 1989.

Anyhow when I was out getting some lunch I had a bit of a look in the Australian Geographic shop and they had things that looked very much like backpacks for $20. Rather than fuss about the zip on the old one I thought it might be time for a new one.

However they have changed the way they make them. It has only one strap (kind of corner to corner) and it is more teardrop shaped. I appreciated that those last two descriptions actually contradict one another but you’ll just have to trust me. It also has one of those little mobile phone pockets on the strap.

Lesson for the day - just because you can’t have a new backpacker doesn’t mean you can’t have a new backpack.

I am sure there are upsides to being on your feet at a little after half past four. Actually when the alarm went off and I saw the time I immediately assumed that it was a mistake and prompted had it in mind to go straight back to sleep.

I think Nicky might have nudged me which is pretty much the only reason I managed to cover 800km this morning.

Anyhow the point of all of this is that I am already tired as hell.

Lesson for the day - sometimes upsides are hard to find.

It is definitely the twenty to five start that killed me.

My ears failed the pop so I spent most of the descent all but deaf.

But here I am so I had best do some work.

Lesson for the day - I am off to a flying start.

And to top it all of I can only manage a small number of works before I need to stop and have a sit down. Singing is completely out of the question.

Lesson for the day - it’s not like I needed any more problems singing.

I am not especially sick, far from it. This is really just a very common cold.

However I am sick to the back teeth of having the damn thing. I spend a great deal of my time bowing my nose and the rest of my time wanting around with the sort of confused look generally monopolised by sports journalists.

I am not taken a lot of drugs but I have certainly taken some. I am getting all the sleep I can but I keep waking up at five o’clock in the fucking morning.

On the bright side (there is always a bright side) I should be better in a couple of days.

Lesson for the day - I am an inpatient patient.

Well today we have been to dog school and imposed on the excellent hospitality of Lunchbox and Mrs Lunchbox.

Aside from that we have bought a worm farm to deal with the very large amount of animal shit that you end up with when you have two cats and two dogs. So to get things started Nicky did the massive task of cleaning up the cat run and backyard. I helped but it’s is fair to say that the distance between me and utterly useless in far from vast.

Lesson for the day - if dog poo were gold either a lot more people would have dogs or a lot less people would wear jewellery.

I know that we need to rain and that when all is said and done be don’t get anything like enough of it.

But when it is Saturday and you want to go and do things then it is just a pain.

I took some cold medication that Nicky had. Unfortunately, in a fit of genius, I took the night tablet rather than the day one so I am a bit sleepy.

Lesson for the day - when it is raining constantly it might be good time for a sleep.

Now there are all sorts of things that I should be doing with my time today. But I feel terrible (I think I might actually be getting worse) and tomorrow is going to be a bit busy.

Lesson for the day - even on a Saturday I can find things to bitch about.