All going well I am on a boat right now

But maybe everything hasn't gone well. If the weather forecast has been proved right it will have rained all week, all week of my holiday, my rare, precious holiday, only the second proper fuck you, I'm on holiday I've had in, like, thirteen years.

I'm trying to keep to some kind of schedule with this thing, I'm trying to send out a wee newsletter on Friday afternoons when everyone's ready to give up on work for the week, but I am also not about to write a newsletter on a boat in Italy, even if it is raining, so I'm doing it now, on Sunday, the night before we leave.

This poses a problem. The entire point of this (aside from hustle culture) is that I'm trying to figure out if I still have Things to Say. I used to have so many Things to Say and in recent years I don't know where they've all gone.