I swear I'll find twenty minutes to spare next week and I'll write down my yearly recap, I do promise that will happen. But for now, things are getting as messy as they could be and my brain can only focus in filling up all the holes before leaving this country and keeping my darker thoughts at bay. Like that one that softly whispers that we'll lose our house if I don't place a standing order. Like what the heck, pal?
Thankfully sea shanties sooth my soul. They really do.
Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar, and tea, and rum.
One day when the tonguin' is done
we'll take our leave and go.
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