Beginning the Christmas preparations early

Managed to write the annual Christmas letter, but given the time constraints, there was no revision of it and no editing. It’s a lot like these blips – a solid stream of consciousness, brain farts and all.

Tired and stiff and fed up of this translation. All too repetitive, too many iterations of the same idea, all expressed in slightly different terminologies. Still, mostly tired. Have the feeling I am fighting something. Although, it could be that I rush out of bed now to avoid having to listen to Hallie Frigging Cotnam.