I seem to remember that the first Monday in January is, for most people, the most depressed day of the year. Christmas is over, all you’ve got left are the debts, mornings are still dark and the weather is still dreadful.
So I’m counting my blessings. We’re having a cold snap, but that means the temperature has dipped to about 12 ºC at night. It’s now 19 ºC in Santa Cruz, 4 ºC in London and -12 ºC in Vladivostok. It’s been raining quite a bit, but not just now and anyway the rain’s not so very cold. I’m at work, but it’s work I’ve chosen myself and I like it (although there’s the not-so-minor matter that it pays peanuts so far). I have a family and a gorgeous cat. I’m healthy. La Palma has 40 active COVID-19 cases, which is obviously 40 too many but it’s nothing like as scary as most of the UK. Most people are sensible and wear masks.
And as I might possibly have mentioned before, La Palma is a beautiful place.
All in all, I think I’m lucky.
