Grid drop.

Its new years eve. I just realized its new years eve. What the fuck? 2015 tomorrow, right? Change the dates on your cheques, it you still use them. Make resolutions you will have broken by the end of January. Wonder what happened to the jetpacks we were promised, the clean energy. fairness, and a world that was fit for purpose. Then put on Candy Crush, scan through other people's problems, and forget all about it. Maybe next time.

This Week.

This week. Beth and I joined a 24 hour gym. its around the corner from where we live, and I really like t. The first time we went in, we were the only people there. I got to have a go on all the machines like a kid opening his xmas pressies. Next time we went it was a little fuller, and full of determination/ desperation. Everyone was cool, and just did there own thing. so, i'll be doing that, though more carefully, as I nearly tanked it getting off the exercise bike.
Monday was somewhat horrific, as I had an MRI. If you never have to have one, don't. I've had a few MRI's over the years, but for some reason this one freaked me out more than usual. I turned up having been out drinking gin the night before. I do not recommend being put in a vibrating coffin hungover, and a little dehydrated. They do give you a nice purple uniform to wear though.
My results were a lot better than I was expecting. My lesions are taking a breather, and my brain isn't under attack. Goody. I then find out that I can still do the Tysabri, with my odds of the awful at 3 in 10,000. Cool.
We have a Christmas tree, which looks great and smells very nice. I've almost un-scroogey, though I could do without carols in every shop.

Weather Vane.

I just woke up in a basement. That's the past few weeks covered.
 I know that  I have a mini parked in a garage that I've been driving about. Its cold and dark most of the time.  April will be nice, apparently. I know that there is a shed load of classic Doctor Who on Netflix. What I wasn't expecting, is just how good, and spooky, the Sylvester McCoy episode would be. That crappy licorice allsorts monster, has his doctor tarnished. Not fair at all, it turns out.
I'm listening to The Boomtown Rats on Mastertapes on radio 4. As soon as sir Bob stops pontificating, and lets the music kicks in, excellent!
I know that the shitty, cold months to come, are going to be more interesting than i've been giving them credit for. I was approaching winter with defeat made of MS. I thought I was done, until the weather changed. The weather is always going to change,  and its always going to be rough. But, its not impossible.