27.9.99 Cool wind over the morning fire with tea and the fluting butcher bird. Puffs of cloud floating in from north. Pickups for wire are soldered on up the hill. The laptop instrument is prepared at the foot. But the ease of the early morning vanishes with the sun as the clouds join forces and wind winds up several notches to whip heat away from solder and stuff the computer with grit. Hell. Delightful anticipation of immenent playing dims as we have to go to get cyclone report. Technological gadgets are certainly a product of solid buildings.
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