Clearing my last debts. If death comes, I leave no one poorer for me. 

It’s finally turning cold. Time to turn on those Christmas lights and stock up on wood for the fire. This weather worries me. On the first of December I travelled to Madrid with the top down. We have fewer years than we reckoned. 

Playing the harp again. Loving the sound. Loving that I learned a new way of having a good time with it.