24 December 2023. No progress on the Western Front. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Not a word. Ok, Ok. A few words perhaps. I know. I’m disappointed as well. Ah, well. There are moments when real life requires all of your attention. And I’ve been told that’s how it should be.
So I just want to say my warm seasons greetings, filled with the aroma of cinnamon and pine. Make the Yuletide gay. Be careful with your fireworks and I see you all back in 2024.
