I've run out of things to rant about. Perhaps it's because nothing special has happened lately, and I'm not very good at making my every day life sounds exciting. I work, walk and play with the dog, eat, read, write, waste my time on the mighty intarweb and try to do something fun on the weekends.
One thing I can blame for my recent lazy blogging, or absence of same, is the heat. The past week Norway's climate has gone tropical, reaching about 35 degrees Celcius in the shade this weekend when I was at my dad's cottage (or, his girlfriend , strictly speaking). Thank god it's by the sea. I wouldn't mind the heat if I could creep into an icebox to sleep every night - the problem with Norway is that we're used to very cold temperatures, but when it gets hot around here, it gets utterly unbearable for a week or so. And just when you've started to acclimatize, the rain sets in, along with the wind. Three years ago I spent a month in Kenya and Uganda in February, and as you might know these countries are right on the equatorial line. I.e it's damn fucking hot. December through February are summer months, with temperatures averaging 27C, but combined with the humidity and the sun being in constant zenith it feels horrible to a pale viking. But one morning, a few days before I was about to go back home, I woke up early and felt absolutely freezing in my thin silk sleeping bag. I tiptoed through the house and found a wool blanket, and as I crept back into bed I checked my phone, which had a thermometer on it, and it read 23C. So, in a bit more then three weeks I'd gone from being a puddle of sweat to actually feeling cold in 23C. But we never get the opportunity to do that here - as soon as we've become accustomed to the summer, we're 8 feet deep in snow. (I've always said I should move somewhere that has more constants then Norway: a more constant climate, and a more constant amount of daylight. Swinging from -35 to +35, and from having 6 hours of daylight during winter and 19 in the summer. All of this is messing me up horribly!)
And now for something completely different.
Today I was complaining about the fact that my dog generally likes to lie as close as possible or on top of me whenever I'm on the computer, and I normally am in bed when doing so. Seeing as Norway has had a rather balmy climate lately it gets rather hot lying with a laptop AND a big ball of white poodle-fluff on your lap. "Well, I guess she's feeling cuddly," said a mate of mine. "She get's more then enough cuddles as it is," I replied. The response I got is a sentence I am going to copyright right here and now: "Snuggle has no boundaries." Damn right.
