Need to start using Bluesky again and try to get away from Musk! But Twitter is still winning on the thirsty scale, that's the problem... and I'm too feral to give it up!

The shopkeeper swears these are candles. Me, I'm not so sure.

My head isn't too fuzzy, there's still some moisture left in my body, and I actually got undressed before bed. I call that a New Year's win.

Next Christmas: a cottage in the middle of nowhere. No cards, no presents, no mention of festivity; just wine, cheese, good music, a stack of books, a log fire, a standing bath, (hopefully) lots of sex etc. I mean, actually, I want that any time of the year but especially this overrated period...

After spending the weekend eating, drinking, laughing, and relaxing with all the best people, today has felt like climbing Kilimanjaro in stilettos. Still, we press on. Oh, and it's fucking Baltic now, apparently. Lush.