I live by myself in a big warm house. Heidi-cat is dead.
I do as I please, some would call it cluttered. My housekeeper has learned to anticipate my needs and interests.
I should take several dozen newer books down to my library but I might need to look at them yet. I have made myself a rule to keep all the wood carving and shrapnel in one shop room. Still funny to get ready for bed and chips fall out of my shirt!
I have a partner of 25 years in the city. She'd never pulled a trigger but she's become a great bird hunter and field-dresses her shots.
We are both bitching about the -35C nights and dead vehicles. Her charming, well mannered mutt of a dog will die this week = massive spleen aggressive cancer they say.
Goingto be a miserable New Years. Glad we whooped it up for the Solstice.