43 Saturdays, and counting. Intermittently counting, but nonetheless, counting. Things have moved on rather from last Saturday. Though perhaps not in directions we could not have predicted. It's time for a drink, though, and a hello. (And the very last call for #ConfinedBookswap, if anyone has been havering - I'll close the form tonight.)
My cocktail isn't as stunning as Sarah's yesterday - as she said, it's rather apt as an image for this blog, even if her post was more about duck ragu and the difficulties of catering for people who love a creamy pud. My cocktail is not barista crafted, it's from the lovely people at Bearded Viking, and it's a terrifying Morning After the Office Party, including tequila and banana liquor as well as coffee... But it is delicious.
Some of their Christmas range is still available if you'd care to sample some post-Christmas festive joy, which frankly, I am all for. Let there be ongoing festivity. Cards and greenery till Candlemas. Fairy lights till April. Obsessively following the lightening skies in Ireland as we claw back daylight. In London we have 21 minutes more daylight than the shortest day already. We can do this.
I've spent cash on joys like premade cocktails from small places. A toffee apple crumble for after dinner. I did two yoga classes and a 4.5 mile walk today - including my second dynamic class in two days after a long layoff over Christmas. Neither my arms nor my legs have fallen off (yet). Am I living my best life at the moment? Absolutely not. Am I doing okay? In context, today I think I'm doing bloody brilliantly. I hope you have moments of this too.
If you're really struggling to find a positive, let us know. Someone will come up with a joy. Possibly involving tequila. Or cheese. Or crumble. Or possibly nothing food-related. We have range, yanno. See you at 7pm?
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