I trust you have been wrapping up warm in the freezing weather - you can't beat a good coat.
Early retirement has come my way and I have decided to mastermind this new phase of life by keeping a list.
It all began with a cheery wave from my hairdresser on the other side of the road as I set off for work one Monday morning.
I don't want to alarm you, but I keep getting stuff through the post telling me to start arranging my own funeral.
By the time Brexit is supposed to happen we will be approaching the 230th anniversary of the French revolution, which also shook Europe to the core - and caused mayhem for decades.
If you are looking down and can't see the bathroom scales - even although you have both feet planted firmly on them - your body mass index has obviously been compromised by your weight divided by the square of your height.
I know it's wrong to blame Santa, but I had just bumped into him on a train and now I was stressed out over a children's puzzle of all things.
How about this for a menu of the day?
I don’t for a minute think that half of the good folk of Nairn are popping anti-depressants - after all, with its bracing sea air and lovely beaches there is so much to be happy about.
I had not heard of Aberdeen University Medical Society until a few days ago, but I would have assumed they were a fairly austere and studious bunch with heads buried in a mountain of medical works and earnest discussions.
As we ponder life's big questions, the answers are right in front of our faces most of the time.
Was the child who cried out innocently and with clinical honesty in Hans Christian Andersen's classic fairy tale "The Emperor's New Clothes" a literary example of a whistleblower in action?