1st January 2026 Am I twirley?

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Happy New Year to all my readers. 🥳

  Thursday 1st 37F/2.8C [9.15] A grey start with rain and gales. 62F/16.7C and falling, in the room.

 Up about 8.15 after waking earlier and lurching from one dream to another. An unusually quiet night. I woke at 5am to visit the fire bucket. That was it. 

  I can report. That, on Day Five of this national health emergency. My Man Cold has finally broken. I still feel fairly awful but am no longer coughing helplessly into the bottomless pit of immovable goo. 

 The box of Kleenex remains untouched. Except for when I needed to staunch the flow of organic, low fat, Mini-Milk down my beard. As I completed my ritual bowl of oats and raisins. While still semi-comatoes and excused boots. 

 I don't blame myself. How could I? It's not rocket science. The milk is so diluted that it's viscosity is almost immeasurable. They should put government heath warnings on the stuff. "Runny when wet." That sort of thing. It's no cheaper for being so watered down. I am beginning to question the source og the water they use. How do we know its "Organic?"  

 I may even venture out in one of my recycled jackets. Though it's not a great day for it. I could plod around the parking area for a bit of exercise. Nothing too ostentatious. No arm waving. I don't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. They may think I am throwing a wobbly about something. Then start going through my old Tweets. For evidence of malaforethought.

 9.20 I have just lit the stove. Somebody had to do it and the promised domestic robot still hasn't arrived. [For reference I clicked the blonde box under desirable attributes.]  I am not settling for any of your standard Chinese stereotypes. One has one's standards. 

 I am beginning to think it's all AI created video and fly by wire. Via a Sony PlayStation control box. Plugged up the robot's remote bum socket. That'll teach me to believe anything I see on YouTube! 

 AI is supposed to be going exponential this year. Which is totally insane. Much like all of our supposed leaders. Except Mette Frederiksen of course. Who is absolutely wonderful. Until she turfs me out. Or locks me up in an old people's home and throws away the key. Probably on some Trumped up charge of Dunning-Kruger. I don't mind solitary confinement. I have been practicing it for what seems like ages. Does blogging count as talking to yourself?

 10.00 OMG it's getting darker and darker. I had better stop rambling and get back to YouTube. Is it too early for morning coffee?

 13.15 Back from a short walk along the road. A few coughing fits but survived. Lunch.

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