At a time when the days feel distinctly packed, and will become even more so for the week ahead, it seems appropriate to comment on my acquisition of a week to a view diary for 2026 a few days ago. The acquisition of such has become an annual ritual of sorts around this time and is always a bit of relief since I doubt I could function in the workplace without one. It's not been too difficult to get hold of the necessary for the last three years since a local publisher now provides the appropriate pages. The only drawback is the obvious lack of quality for the binding. My 2025 edition started to fall apart in late March and is now held together by sticky tape. And still just under a quarter of the year to go!
I've been filling in the bits and pieces I know lie ahead for 2026 over the last couple of days and, as is always the case, find the blankness of the pages sort of beguiling. In past years I've always felt a degree of intimidation rubbing up against the predictable anticipation. But this morning the feeling was different. I felt a sort of easy pleasure at the thought of just how interesting everything was going to be and couldn't help but reflect on my luck, if it holds, to be around for it all.
Better full to overflowing than empty. I honestly did not understand this before and am glad I now do.
Also, hoping this diary doesn't fall apart before February is over.
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