Worst. Year. Ever.
Come to think of it, not even close to my worst year ever, but definitely up in the top 5.
That doesn't matter though.
My mum's health is improving, finally; my partner's degree is finished and awaiting final marking and my home life is about as stable as it ever is.
We won't talk about the non-Kleeneze work life. There aren't enough adjectives, let alone imaginative expletives.
So, I'm starting again. From scratch, but with added scars experience. Time for a new 104 day plan.
You know what? I've missed this so much...
