... I have port and a cigar. I have Loreena McKennit’s album of
winter music – To Drive the Cold Winter
Away. My neighbour and the dogs are visiting family overnight, so I can
play it loud.
It all feels very ‘me’ – this sentient creature who’s so
aware that he doesn’t really exist.
I’ve decided the problems can go hang themselves until at
least tomorrow.
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