26.12.25 - 366 - Leftovers

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Yesterday began with writing and meditating. Then I served at the Christian Community at 8 am. After that I headed back and then had a very quiet day. I slept-watched The Good Place and then I began watching James Wan's True Haunting series. After that the boys came over and Oisin gave me my present which was a super duper speaker. Ghin got a super duper drone. Then we watched the rest of the series, mostly laughing at it. I don't understand why Americans stay in houses they discover that are haunted. 

That entire continent. Such a beyond atrocity which was carried out there. 

I did feel a bit awful. Like a bit rubbish. I felt like everyone was gossiping about me. This is why I no longer go on tears. I'm so bad at them.

This morning, Oisin called me over because he felt ill. I went over and got him. He is sleeping in my room now. On the most comfortable bed on the planet. There is no bed better than my bed. Not even when we go to hotels famous for their beds.

I gave him two paracetemols and he had a sip of warm tea - no milk. 

I am a bit disappointed I didn't do more than any of that - but then I have to remind myself, it is alright to give myself a break. I did post a lot about the Palestinians in the morning. More and more people are finally speaking up. James Cameron is the latest Holywood celeb to do so. But they have REALLY shot themselves in the feet with the likes of Ericka Fantzwe and Ben Shapiro. It doesn't help that they all look really odd as well. It is one thing to look normal/ odd and say things like I oppose the genocide. But somehow, being on the side of Israel, your soul becomes corrupted and it shows on your face. It's awful. I look at these people and it is as if you can see their inherent soullessness seeping through them, or their compromise and what it took for them to compromise showing. Two years has created this absolute perfect storm of people who are utterly despicable. They must realise that now, right? No. Americans have spent a lifetime of cope. They cannot help it. 

I want to end on happiness. Birds have begun using the feeder. It has been a dry and windless Christmas. Very unusual, but we have had the most atrocious weather in the lead up to Christmas. Not happiness then, but acceptance and gratitude.

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