Happy New Year? Maybe

So, not entirely seriously, I’ve decided that today is the first day of the new year.

There’s Solstice claims (noted over in Brightfeather’s yard) that the Winter Solstice marks the death of one sun and the birth of another. The Sun regrows, and so the new year begins.

So this morning (the day after the actual solstice 22nd this year up here in the NorHem, as I like to call it), I figure, when I woke up and looked at the Sun, it was a new one.

And we woke up at about the same time, which was odd and nice.

I got to bed early last night, and apart from a late night phone call from a Fox during which I couldn’t establish what was dream, what was phone call, what was reality and what was the cartoon that I had drifted off watching (if your phone is close enough to your bed you can press receive and hold it to your ear before you wake up at all….this makes for a mess of confusion, in a nice way).

So I’ve been fresh today. I went to take Jimothy some stuff in hopsital (he’s not been well, and I meant to spell it that way…for the record) including a shared conspiratorial glass of port (I bought pie, port and sherry glasses to the hopsital, for added class). I hope it didn’t make his flaming colon any worse in the long term (don’t worry, he’ll be out tomorrow, in time to go home for Chrimbo, all is well), but I’m pretty sure the visit brightened both our days, despite the unpleasantness of the hopsital environment.

Anyway, this left me on that side of town, near a park with a bottle of port and two glasses in my oversized pockets.

The only conclusion was to go to see Coleo (that’s a portmanteau nickname there, representing two people, you’d have to know me absurdly well to know who I’m talking about, I welcome guesses, but you will probably be wrong).

I did, showing up on the doorstep pouring Port.

Lots of port, a lovely chat, a sip of incredibly good coffee, and various shenanigans, I returned home in time for sunset (the sky is currently purple) slighlty merry and definitely satisfied.

Now I’m slowly meandering my way around tidying my room and the house in general; there’s a lack of efficiency to the process, but I’m finding it enjoyable, almost as enjoyable as walking around the house naked last night and this morning. It is nice when people are away, though I do get lonely quickly.

Anyway, Happy Psuedo New Year to all.

I don’t know if it came across, but my contentment right now is pure and supreme.

This is good.

I wish everyone felt like this all the time, because the world would be much brighter for it.

And I dreamt about Roxy Music last night.

Addendum:

Poke the beast asking for cheer and joy or just about anything, will currently yield a present of some kind (if you ask for one). Basically, it’ll mostly just be cheerful mp3’s, a picture or summat like that. But it’ll be cool. The offer is not in effect once I leave for St A tomorrow. So be swift. Either that or ask once I’m back in town. To be honest, anybody who asks for cheer, will get something at somepoint, even if its just a joke that doesn’t entirely make sense.

So yeah, e-mail me more people…using the poke the beast function (or otherwise). It’s fun, festive, and most likely safe.

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