Thirty thou, interrupted by journeys to Prague and down south for Christmas.
Red in Tooth and Claw is the next one. Twenty two thou, and hopefully I can punch through a big chunk of that.
In other news, I was a bit of a cock about Christmas. I had a bit of depression already, and going home made it worse. I'm recovering now. And fuck it, it's not all about gifts — giving or receiving. It's about seeing people and being seen and remaining a presence in the lives of my extended family. Sometimes I need a slap around the face to remind myself of that.
