Three weeks into January and aren’t we all doing well on giving up the booze? Well, I for one, lapsed and opened a bottle of Prosecco, but that was to celebrate someone else’s good news. Fizz it up as much as you like, there is nothing remotely celebratory about anything non-alcoholic.
Other than that, it’s been an easy run. I’m finding the cold, dark, early starts hard enough as it is. If I were also waking up feeling tired and seedy, I genuinely don’t think I could get out of bed, even to chuck a bit of Whiskas in the general direction of the cats. There have been a couple of evenings when I’ve thought a glass of wine would be good, not because I wanted it for itself but because it completes the picture. Radio on, ingredients piled up in front of me, cooking a meal, glass of wine to hand… How one’s mind tries to trick one.
The surprise to me, though, has been the effectiveness of one of my not-quite-resolutions. I might have to reach a bit, but I’ve done one productive thing every day. I’ve been keeping a list and I’m finding that the whole idea really works. After the first couple of weeks, work has gone straight back to more travel than I’d like, with a positively Sisyphean outlook for the year ahead. I need to make sure I maintain some balance, and at the moment, that permission not to heft more bloody boulders around at home is proving beneficial. The house is a bit messier, the laundry pile a bit bigger; but I’ve cooked more meals and read more books. So that’s all right then.