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Today my meals are terribly exciting. Lunch is rice porridge, for I have some coriander and some pickled mustard greens and I dreamed of the friend who taught me how to make rice porridge (a Malaysian -Australian friend). Dinner is hokkien noodles with shallots and mushrooms and maybe a bit of tempeh. Easy food, for I did my dash yesterday. I have more spoons than last week, but I still don't have vast numbers.

Last night I had Christmas food with friends. Turkey and lamb and salad and vegies and pudding and much chocolate and port. The port was a 1991 Rutherglen vintage port (Pfeiffer's). It was a totally lovely evening. I'm not used to such big meals, though. When I came home, all I was good for was watching The Almighty Johnsons and Star Trek. The air was too dense to sleep. I didn't care. I'd spent a gorgeous evening with close friends and played with one of the sweetest toddlers I've ever met.

And so today it's all easy food and gentle work. I'm chatting with ratfan online at some stage and that's my day's excitement. I'm watching animated Star Trek and the first season of Stargate in between work.

I so dread this time of year, but some years are bad and other years are delightful. When I was so very sick, being alone and unfestive was quite awful. This year, on the other hand, is so far very lovely. I'm seeing enough of friends to keep the wolf from the door and I'm doing enough of seasonal things so that I'm not looking through the window. I have delightful presents, some for Chanukah, some for this week: a stocking (my first old-fashioned stocking ever, filled with carefully-selected goodies), Once Upon a Time Season One, Game of Thrones Season One, Eureka season 4, a calendar, bookmarks, a paper snowglobe, a cherub ornament, a t-shirt, a drinkbottle. And I have cards!

Thank you, everyone, for putting up with me when I was facing the dread of this season. I don't face it gracefully, for it's tied in with the nearly-dying thing just a few years ago. Thank you especially, all the wonderful friends who have thought of me.

May I wish you all a good festive season if you celebrate and a very fine (but different) week if you don't.

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I keep explaining to friends in the northern hemisphere that it's summer here, but today I wonder. It's my kind of day and I'm enjoying it, but right now it's under fifteen degrees outside. I'm taking advantage of the quiet and cool and bringing the temperatures in my flat to something quite reasonable, which will mean the next wave of heat will take longer to make itself felt.

The fibro symptoms are less today, which makes me suspect that heat is a factor and that I might have to look for cooler places when the real hot weather hits. Mind you, I did half my basic housework yesterday, so maybe I'm just lucky and getting better faster than last time. This won't last if I don't take the right tablets, however, and I just realised that I am due some, so, en avant!

Other news, there is none. I'm just putting off doing any work at this moment.