Someone got fired the other day for showing up drunk to work, perhaps not for the first time. It also turned out he was making such a mess of his berth that the carpet had to be taken up and thrown away, along with the mattress.
The music in the dish pit has been great. Today The Byrds. Recently, M Ward, and a long Kinks set. Thanks Michael.
I finally skied out to the ski hut, on a beautiful, sunny, windless day. From there, there are almost no signs of civilization. It’s beautiful. The building is solar-heated, and quite cozy.
Package mail is stranded in Christchurch, and nobody has any idea when it will be delivered. Flat mail is getting through, but if you have anything to send me, it’s probably too late. Your good wishes and email have been wonderful.
The temperature has been dropping. To some extent, we have been getting winds from the direction that tends to bring cold winds. But it will probably be dropping something like a degree a day between now and when I leave on February 6th.
The plan is that I will be in New Zealand until March 13th, fly to Sydney, and leave there for home on the 17th.