A few random thoughts, as the 12th Day of
Christmas looms large and threatens to suck me into a pit of post-Yule
depression:
I don’t like January. If it didn’t contain my
birthday, and the NFL play-offs, I’d probably be on a suicide watchlist every
year at this time.
This is the 13th Calendar year I have
blogged in! That’s more than A THIRD OF MY LIFE!!!
Last
year went well, blogwise, but disappointing
December efforts blocked a chance of a new record number of postings. Can I be bothered to set myself a challenge for this year? Can
I be bothered to keep posting at all???
Mathew is one now, so I guess a corner has been turned
– we will no longer refer to him as being x-months-old. Bless him.
My life would feel better if we could see a few days
of sunshine. My mood lifts, and the world looks nicer when it’s under blue
skies and bathed in proper daylight. I think I’m right in saying that we’ve
only seen the Sun on three days in the last 50.
Time continues to fly by quicker and quicker. Paddling
my feet in a warm sea feels like it happened a week ago; in reality it was back
in August. So – maybe it won’t be too long before I’m cycling in British Summer
Time and basking in the glow of Spring.
We can hope…
RC 5-1-20
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