I ****** off to China. Wait, had I already done that last time we talked? Can't remember.
Wrote a novel, deleted it. Writing another. Developed gastritis, haven't been able to drink anything (alcoholic) for six months. Not that I was an alcholic, but recent events were making me consider it. Alas....
I'm actually feeling pretty optimistic about Brexit, having been convinced from the start it was going to be no deal. I think we have a decent chance of avoiding it now, maybe 40%.
I'm not quite sure that scheming is an emotion.