361 days to go

Out went the tree, and down came the decorations, today. 2 days early I know, but local rubbish pick-up doesn't coincide with Twelvetide.

Though New Years Day is behind us, and Xmas is a wintery bomb cyclone memory, we'll be exchanging gifts this weekend due to Julie's Dad being in hospital—He's recovering.

No retrospective for last year (it was a mixed bag), and no resolutions for this year (don't believe in making them). Just aiming to read more, eat less, and keep my head above water.

4 down, 361 to go.