21st of December
Christmas shopping is fine, it’s the wrapping that is exhausting. Only now do I have a grudging admiration for those people who have everything bought and wrapped by mid-September.
I should have probably soundtracked the evening with carols or Christmas songs, but went for the old miserable songs of my younger days. I’m certainly a lot happier these days, even if everything gets more complicated the older you get.
And like all good mundane tasks the wrapping gave me some space to think, to consider the year. I’m still none the wiser, to be honest. But it never hurts to have a little mull now and then. Better to mull the year than the wine, I say.