Well, there we went: 2025 all done and dusted.

Somehow got through it in (mostly) one piece.

Healthwise, I'm down to twice-daily tablets until mid-November. The CT scan from December showed no signs of cancer, but apparently I fractured a vertebra in the interim between that scan and the one a year prior. Who knew? Evidently, not me. Stanley continues to gurgle away, mostly unproblematically.

Workwise, I went back in May--and plan to continue until the end of this year. And then cash in my pensions (meagre as they are), and spend them in my (potentially brief) retirement.

Homewise, we added a bath in the middle bedroom/dressing room, had a new path paid along the front of the house, and had the chimneys repointed (and partially rebuilt) before they crumbled away. Hopefully, we've also fixed the leaky roof too.

Beastwise, no new cats, no new chooks, no bees. I've just let my membership of the beekeepers asociation lapse, tho' I could rejoin if I decide I am going to set up a beehive, but it seems less likely. We're about to celebrate the two-year anniversary of acquiring the Smolly Molecule, still the best thing to have happened in 2024. Shadow continues to be Shadow: a little bite-y, somewhat scrarchy, but still as loveable, and acquring ever more complex educational toys to keep him occupied.

So, this year? I'd like a little more energy to get throuygh what I need to do--declutter, sort finances, retire--and want to do--read more, make more, travel more, get bees(?).