Almost done.

Passed with minor revisions. Twelve and three quarter years. Almost almost almost done.

Help.

I want to write about help. About asking for, receiving and accepting help. About offering, providing and giving help. These are distinct processes. Many of us are bad at some or all of them. But we all need help.

I did it.

I stuck at it.
I did it.
It's done.
New life has begun.

Sticking at it.

I am sticking at it.

Feb.

Imbolc. Brigid's Day.
Yellow rain.
Spring. Partner away.
Winter Olympics, ski, halfpipe, skate.
Superbowl.
Midterm break.
Pancakes. Lost tooth.
Lunar New Year horse.
Picasso.
Concert.
Father's bridge.
Submission. Patience.
Carrying on.

Christmas cheese 2025.

Christmas cheese 2025. A tradition upheld, on time, with only the publicising of it delayed. Many excellent cheeses, bought from Sheridan's Cheesemongers on South Anne Street in Dublin just before Christmas, and very much enjoyed.

Against violence.

I could just refer the honorable gentlepeople to my blog post of August 2025. I feel much the same. I have not done the things I thought I might do last month, about events, or this month, about online safety for children. I have thought about violence and how violence may be the foundational and unifying problem with much that is wrong with humanity. Violence by humans against all that is or that they perceive to be other than human. Then violence by powerful humans against humans who are or who they perceive to be less powerful. Violence by men against women. Violence by adults against children. Violence by white people against black people, and by any powerful ethnic group against less powerful ethnic groups. Violence based on disability, on sexuality, on nationality. Violence. Based on anything, on nothing. Violence. It is a start and an end.