I'm ill - chemo bollocks, try to avoid this sort of shit wherever possible - so not happily stuck indoors because nausea, blah, but sort of happily here. No FOMO, because on the whole, no one is usually having as much fun as you might think they are. Hell, they might be jealous that you're all cosied up inside with a loved one, or a book, or a film, or a cat, or ... no one is jealous of me, but any of you? You just don't know.
Anyway, I'm feeling the cold, so I have on flannel PJ bottoms, a fleece hoodie, socks, and a nice throw with a big cat acting as an extra heat pad. I'm on my recliner which is comfy and I'll stay here until I get to bed again. I'm watching Marry Me which seems like total pants but enjoyably so.
Could be so much better, but hey, could be a lot worse! Happy new year, lovely folk, forget the FOMO and embrace the best bits of the moment you can find.
Seriously, also ignore me. I'm as miserable as sin really and my Pollyanna bullshit is sickening me even more than the chemo!😃🤐😃