Almost done. Made it through Christmas Day, now on Boxing Day so just have to hold steady until New Year's Eve and I'll be out the other side into the gloom of the long haul through the dark days of January and February, and I feel I can manage them. That's where my head is at and I'll blend in with the world around me more than all this fucking celebratory shite which feels like sandpaper against my soul. I know, dead festive, me.