Legilimens 🙇‍♀️

It's week two of no sunlight. Morning, Noon, and Night are all the same as a bleak crime scene, grimmer than Sidney Sheldon's narration.

What used to be my favourite time of the year has left a bitter taste in my mouth.

It's true, the tilt brings all heat or frost but here I desperately want the Perihelion to bring warmth somehow or simply apparate myself to the Southern Hemisphere.

(I'm not at all eyeing barbecue and pool parties happening in the other hemisphere.)

Needless to mention the unhealthy AQI and no rain in months. Only if I had my Nimbus 2000... I could catch some Nimbostratus - the naughty snitch causing all the glitches.

Hate this dry spell, borne with unheard of glitches infections - H3N2, what?

I thought we have advanced, but here we are worrying about Influenza, yet again.

The long-awaited winter holidays, which were supposed to be spent eating warm and delicious family meals, are spent consuming IV fluids and paracetamols.

With 2023's departure, humanity has gone too. It's a new year, but what festivities? What resolutions? With the world at war.

Instead of writing my travel sequel, my drugged (with antibiotics and sedatives) brain is trying to hold onto all these random thoughts and stick them into one post.

Does it make sense? Wear my hat Google and it probably will.