May you live as long as you want

 ...and never want as long as you live. ☘️ Sláinte! 🍻

Gone thinkabout

Temperature: has been going up and down, freezing and thawing, as we ski and skate on the roads and pavements.

Eating: my heart out, Hubby is going to Paris and I am not!

Drinking: Would it help, do you think, un peu de champagne? (See above.)

Listening: to Mello for one, and OMG Finland, Käärijä aka the Shirtless Berserker? Brilliant.

Watching: holiday reels. Good times.

Reading: Richard Osman’s The Bullet That Missed, finally!, the third book in the Thursday Murder Club series. And if you’re going who-shot-who-in-the-what-now, look him up, these books are an absolute delight. [Ron having a massage; I laughed out loud. Richard, you nailed it.]

Writing: not a word about the climate crisis, food crisis, refugee crisis or any other crisis for that matter for a while. Oh, I heard that. That sigh of relief. But you are a batch of smart cookies, you’ve connected the dots and those crises because they most certainly connect and circle back and are different manifestations of the same problem.

Thinking: hard for the next few weeks. I have to do some research, study for a bit. One of my favorite things so yay, but I’ll have to focus on that plus I’ll be in charge of Casa Dita while at it; good thing the wee ones are now full-sized ones. [I reserve the right to pop by unannounced.]

Feeling: the need to get in touch while I’m away? I am all ears in comments (which don’t often make it online because you know what they usually entail, but I will parse through them) and then there’s this thing called email, lost on the young, I know, but still very useful when taking care of business, so gmail me at ms.ditaparker and we’ll talk. Now go love someone and shine on. Muah.