Temperature: -10/14 degrees. I’ll (never) get used to it.
Eating: nothing at all before…Easter? I’ve been stuffing my face for two weeks. Nothing some rigorous exercise won't exorcise but you've got to stop sometime like now.
Drinking: what’s left of the glögg later today, just to keep warm.
Listening: to this year’s sambas de enredo; carnaval is a mere six weeks away!
Watching: what the man who put the dick in dictator does next. This Christmas ceasefire is just another round of self-serving shite.
Reading: The brilliant Susan Cain has written a book on saudade!
Writing: a slew of birthday cards. An inordinate number of people seem to have been born in January. Off to investigate this statistical anomaly aka pure coincidence.
Thinking: Do your worst, 2023. Courtesy of how this decade has been so far, the bar marked Expectations is oh so low. Nonexistent, really.
Feeling: energized.
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