Respiration. The Bronchitis is ebbing, the pneumonia is *not* taking hold and I can finally breathe without coughing, wheezing and my life flashing before my eyes as I strain to pull volumes of life-sustaining air into my tortured lungs.

Azathoth, I hope I go in an explosion or freak 16 ton weight accident. The Old Man Standard Death sucks balls if this trial run is anything to judge by.

[Stevie] Sympathies and get-well-completely wishes. My entry shall be Freedom from the crap microbe which screwed me over for most of December, involving robbing of life energy and torso-wrenching coughing, compounded by pulling my right IT muscle and contracting conjunctivitis to boot. Not a month I wish to relive.

[Pablo] On the plus side you have a starring part as Uncle Jack in the remake of Ripping Yarns: The Curse of the Claw.

Escape Rooms. A new experience for me, and the most fun I've had in years with my clothes on.

The first half term in 20 years that I have had off, really, really off.

waking up to see the first snowfall of the winter

Trees in blossom, seen from my home office window. And being able to make use of the good weather to get the laundry dried outside on a workday.