My eyes are stinging from tiredness and still recovering from the onslaught of all the recent writing for the final portfolio. Head still buzzing as my new-found freedom feels foreign. After driving nearly 300 kms today, I’m ready for a bit of the ol’ shut eye. I can’t believe I had so much chocolate at the road house on my way home. Checking FB /emails = chocolate. Ridiculous what a cue such as “2 for $3.99” will do to one’s usual measure of good sense regarding intake of rubbish at one sitting. I think had I been offered a burger I might have eaten that too, despite the fact that it’s at least two years since my last visit to Macca’s. Though I might have desisted at the last moment, as images bounced around of cows – black, brown, mottled, all grazing peacefully on the slopes of the Clare Valley this evening. Everything looked a golden dry, the last of the day’s sunlight no doubt catching their eye – there they were, happily chomping away. Not sure whether cows feel happy, but I guess if they can feel stressed (and they do) then they must feel something in the opposite direction.