Off the Cliff

No point in making resolutions, I've not even managed my good intentions. Well, I did brush my teeth every day this year and I've been doing arm and leg exercises in odd moments of waiting for other things. But yesterday I managed only to hang the new calendar and fold a bunch of socks. Today I wrote an overdue letter and mailed it. Tried to hang the New Year's wreath Finder Jean sent me but it wouldn't stay hung. Needs more than cellotape to keep it attached to the cold glass. Tomorrow, maybe, the laundromat. Or dishes. Or something.

Am sort of noodling at The Master & Margarita without much enthusiasm. I guess you had to have been there (there being Stalinist Russia, or indeed any recent avatar of Russia) to appreciate the brilliance everyone tells me is there.