The Twelve Penguins

I woke up to the sight of the hills on the other side of the valley covered in snow. Always an exciting thing to wake up to. There wasn't a lot but enough to make me happy. It felt good to have some energy back to be able to get out on the tops.

I read back my story from the other night and was pleasantly surprised. I worked on it a bit more. It's weird but also - I hope - a little wonderful. On the other hand, I could still be in that same state of delirium I was in when I wrote it!

And I've avoided politics all day. Hurray to that. I've got to cure myself of this horrid addiction.

PS With thanks to Harling Darling for the title. Nice one.