So busy. At work, so busy. And this is Christmas week. I’m supposed to be making sure the house is ready for Christmas Day. Instead I get home and want to sleeeeeep. Or die. Whichever is the least effort. And I’ve started to get cramp in my legs. This is not restful. I feel very run down.

I shall sit and meditate by the tree tonight, breathing in its soothing Christmassy vapours. And I shall rattle presents. I know what’s in them, but nonetheless. Rattle rattle rattle. Ooh, wonder what it is? Oh, yeah, it’s that.