2026 in 2 km

 Exiting 2025, folks. 2026 at the next off-ramp. Not planning a grandiose final post tomorrow. I'm nit one for grand gestures. Dinner with family tomorrow. Board games and so forth. Martinelli's vitaminized carbonated apple juice. Here's where I bid 2025, one of the most difficult years ever, a heartfelt farewell.

  Not at all sure what 2026 will look like. My youngest cousin is going to be a father in 2026 and my grandmother turns 99. Stuff to look forward to. I don't know if my sister is going to sell the house in 2026. I haven't asked her. I'm rereading "What dreams may come". I guess, in light of events earlier this year, it makes sense.

  Here's to you, 2026. And a glass raised in salute to my followers. May the five of you have nothing but prosperity and boundless joy.

BYE.

On Xmas Eve

 So I'm sitting in an IHOP because I'm hungry and Subway doesn't open until 8:30. Done my shopping. Yeah, I'm lazy; what of it? I don't call it procrastination; I call it sheer laziness. Been battling a cold but besides this maddening cough, I'm okay now. Maddening tickle in the throat. It's like "the Exorcist" when a hack attack threatens.

 Anyway, all the shopping is done. Stocking stuffers and gift bags bought. Better late than too late, right? Got it done right at 7 before the parking lots got wild. Not going anywhere today but stuff's going on tomorrow and Boxing Day. Feeling all right despite the tickle. I hope my few followers are doing well and keeping warm.

 Happy holidays and hope for nowt but the best in 2026.

BYE.

Week and a bit

 La neige, la neige! Enfin la neige tombe! Now I can get into the shopping mood. Urgh, shopping for stuff. Not my jam. I'll never fall prey to living beyond my means at this point. I'm too old for lifestyle creep. Anyway, the snow's falling nicely. The roads were cleared recently, which is good.

 Here comes Friday. I feel pretty good for some weird reason. Hope you, my several followers, are doing well.

BYE.

Dismember

 No, this isn't going to be a horrific post about dismemberment. If I recall correctly, Piers Anthony would gaffe months on purpose in his author notes for the Xanth novels. Used to love those novels until they became more painful pun than proper and potent prose. I don't blame the guy; his fans keep throwing pum suggestions at him. A vicious cycle.

 Okay, almost made a circle joke. I love puns but the newer Xanth books go overboard to the point they're drowning in puns. Okay, that's all. The winter hit with a vengeance. -19 with a windchill of -29. Indoor recess? Probably. My vehicle is plugged in. And I'm doing battle with a head cold. Lovely way to spend a Wednesday.

 That's all for me. I hope my viewers are doing well and are keeping warm.

BYE.