22 was a weird fucking year. For me at least, the latter part gave me a relatively upwards trajectory, but for the most part it can do one.
Here’s hoping 23 is kind to us all.
Lang may yer lum reek.
We’re at the tail end of this proper flu that’s been doing the rounds. Last night I was shivering uncontrollably and today I still have a mild fever so we’re not having even a glass of wine. Which sucks as it would have been the first time we’ve included Lily in the festivities and I was looking forward to that.
We’ll make up for it in a few days. 😉
Stay well folks.