For the love of stats

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Numbers have always been my friends. Numbers are unambiguous, straigtforward and no-nonsense. They have clear relationships that form easy mnemonics. You can count with them and have absolute solutions. Numbers don’t lie, they just are what they are.

Now math, on the other hand. While it was still straightforward and dealt with mainly crunching numbers, I loved it. My grandma used to put me to calculating things like “We are driving 100km/h, we have 60 km to go, when will we be home?”on our drives (mostly back and forth between home and summer cottage) when I wasn’t even in school yet. She always claimed that solving math problems is the key to a sharp mind. I will never know (since she was dead before I thought to question) if it really was to shut my motor-mouth up for a minute, but I do know I got my number and math affinity from her.

I did good in math in school, all through highschool too, though I got extremely tired of it when all those letters and LIMs and such stuff (that I mercifully can’t even recall anymore) got mixed into the pot. It took the absolute out of math and numbers. I especially have never been one for statistical math, probabilities and all that shifty crap that calls itself math. I mean, sure, it too is based on calculations and whatnot, but what to I do with the knowledge that the probability of me NOT falling under the bus is 90% when there’s still the 10% and it can hit me any day (and knowing ME, it probably does – but how do I calculate THAT?).

So even though I really don’t like or do statistical MATH, I love statistics themselves. They are simply numbers in the end. I don’t even attempt to calculate mathematical relations or probabilities according to them, I just like to LOOK at them, UNDERSTAND them, CRUNCH them. To understand myself, my life, my *whatever* better just by studying them. I compare them, and I think to myself, that

  • “this year I posted only 11 blog posts (to SFFM), but I read 105 books – clearly my interest lies more in reading than writing right now
  • “then again, that was 5 more posts and 22 more books than the previous year – clearly I’ve taken more time for both reading AND writing this year”
  • only 6% of the books I read this year were non-fiction, while roughly 50% of the books were fantasy – clearly I’m more into escapism through adventure currently, than understanding this life and world”
  • “I listened to 10490 minutes of music in Spotify, which is roughly the same as year before, while in the roughish year of 2021 it was double – clearly I retreat to music when the going gets tough”
  • “my main genre this year (too) was Rock, with Rush, Disturbed and Foo Fighters the top three – how did the Foos fall down to the third place?! In 2021 it was #1 with Rush holding the second place, then in 2022 the Foos were #2 with Rush at the top – I’ll blame it on the Spotify random generator, since I mostly played Liked Songs in shuffle mode”

That kind of stuff.

What do I do with the information? Absolutely nothing. I just find it highly interesting, intriguing, insightful. So, just for the sake of all of that, let’s look at some of the stats from last year.

SFFM stats

I wrote 11 posts with a total of 18 400 words, had 743 visitors and 1778 views. Half of the viewers found their way through search engines – which explains why certain old old posts still hold fast in my top viewed posts – roughly the other half came from Facebook, and there were some other random refers, with the WordPress reader being the least random.

May had the most views, for whatever reason, since I didn’t even write anything in May, May 18 being the most popular day with 342 views. October, on the other hand, had the most visitors, while only a moderate amount of views. Makes you wonder if there’s been some bot activity in May (maybe starting in April?). December had the most posts, with 4 posts published.

Out of the top five posts only two were published last year: My body, my positive and 9y ANniversary. The most viewed post was Elämää pikkusiskon kanssa (from 2015). Kuus-nolla lumierä (from 2010!) keeps on keeping on in the top 5 year after year.

Most of my readers are from Finland – quite logically, being that the majority of my posts over time are in Finnish, as are most of my friends. There are, however, always some readers from here and there, apparently one even from China.

Blogger stats

Out of all my different topic blogs in Blogger, the only ones I posted in last year were From Kitchen, with Love (4 posts), The Happy Dogs Diary (one post), and Artzy Bunny (8 posts).

From Kitchen, with Love had a total of 22 200 views last year, March 15 having the interesting spike of 1767 views (bots, again?) when nothing new was even posted. Out of the top five posts none were published last year, though the most viewed one, Perinteinen lohipiirakka with 683 views, was published closest to last year, in December of 2022. The most viewed post from last year was the Polpottone Proibito – Kielletty lihamuereke with 22 views, making it #12 on the most viewed list.

The Happy Dogs Diary has seen very little activity on my side since I started the hdd_doggos Instagram account (with 106 followers). It had a bit of a comeback in the summer of 2020 when Ace was a pups, but then I started the FB page Mama Loves Bully (with 37 followers), and again, the blog was forgotten in favor of the easier, faster methods of posting stuff. Last year I posted one article, the first one since July, 2020: 10 vuotta omassa kodissa, featuring Meggie’s 10 years in our home, her very own home at the end of November, 2023.

The HDD doesn’t see nearly as much traffic per year as the Kitchen blog, but it does see some, 6990 views last year, mostly of older posts. The top viewed one, Sukulaisissa ja keppileikkiä (15 views), is actually the last one I posted before the 1,5 year gap in posting. That only post from last year is not even on the list with all of 2 views.

Artzy Bunny is fully dependent and thus also reflective of my painting activity, showing that I actually painted a lot last year, while before that there was a 2-3 year gap in my artistic endeavors. My artowrk is also featured on the related FB page, Artzy Bunny (with 28 followers).

Last year Artzy Bunny (the blog) gathered 7430 views, June 23 being the spike day with 200 views. Again, nothing new was even posted that day. Also, again, none of the top five viewed posts were published last year. My painting of Ace as a puppy, Ace (Agent of Chaos) 6 weeks old (Acrylics on canvas) from May 2020 was the most viewed last year with 59 views. The #2, I’ll Be Watching You, from August 2020, was the last one posted before the gap of 2,5 years or so. Portrait of a Bull Terrier (Ace), my most recent painting (published in October, 2023), is #7 on the list with 13 views.

Music (Spotify) stats

As already stated above, I listened to music for 10490 minutes last year (or the first 11 months of it, since Spotify actually gives the stats at the end of November, oddly enough). My top five artists were Rush, Disturbed, Foo Fighters, Avenged Sevenfold, and Seether. Rush and Foo Fighters are always in top 5, the three other ones vary from year to year. My top genre was Rock, as usual. The variations are Rock, Alt Rock, Alt Metal.

Photo stats

I took (or rather stored) 2636 photos last year, which is only a third of the more common amount of photos per year.

I made 218 posts in sannamarilka Instagram, with 1100 likes, and 110 posts in hdd_doggos, with 392 likes, at least according to the Best Nine app. It’s a bit annoying to me that IG and FB don’t really offer much in the way of stats to us normal peeps.

Flickr is another platform with very poor stats abilities. I mean, they do offer them, but but it’s either for all time orthe Daily Stats, which displays a month at a time. But nothing in between, like getting the stats for a year, as I would like, without way too much effort. So who knows how many photos I uploaded last year, or how many views they got, but the total of photos in my Flickr photostream is now 13931 photos, 0 videos, 415 852 views of my photos.

The most viewed photos of all time are the Maspalomas beach (from 2014) with 5821 views and 4 likes, and My nice new leather jacket (from 2008) with 5149 views and 3 faves and 3 comments. The most faved photo is Denim shoes (from 2011) with 6 faves (and 1161 views). Most viewers seem to find their way to my photos by searching stuff in Flickr (but this info is included only in the Daily Stats view).

Book stats

Actually my favorite stats, naturally! And since Goodreads offers a very meager amount of stats, basically just the amount of books and pages per year, I decided to start using StoryGraph for my reading tracking, too. I even got last year’s stats nice and neat after exporting-importing all my book data from Goodreads to StoryGraph. Unfortunately StoryGraph is missing three books from my last year’s reads, probably because they’re Finnish books not found in their database (I actually requested the add of two Finnish books to Goodreads last year, so not surprised if they’re not found in StoryGraph either).

So, the Goodreads stats tell me that I read 105 books last year, a total of 40 382 pages (what?! Year in books says 40 671! Someone is lying here now!). With the publication date stats I can conclude that the oldest book I read last year was Wutherin Heights (Emily Brontë), published in 1847. I read most pages last year in July, while not most books; those months would be March and November, 11 books each. Won’t even bother with the annoyingly difficult to read or non-informative stat pictures here.

StoryGraph, on the other hand, offers all sorts of cool stats. So disregarding the three missing books (no, I havent’ attempted to figure out which ones they are), here’s my reading-crunch-up for 2023:

  • My most read genre was fantasy, 55 books, so about half
  • Half of the fantasy was YA, 27 books – since I know that’s the only kind of YA I read
  • I read 21 romance books (many of them also fantasy), nearly half of them LGBTQA+ (9 books)
  • I even read two kids’ books, The Old Possums Book of Practical Cats (T.S. Eliot) and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland #1-2 (Lewis Carroll)
  • The biggest part of the books I read were adventurous in mood – which is no surprise when reading all that fantasy, but also emotional, funny, mysterious, and lighthearted take up rather big shares of the mood pie (book moods are set by reader feedback)
  • 59% of the books were medium paced, 27% fast, and 15% slow (book pace is set by reader feedback)
  • 60% of my books were of average length (300-499 pages), 16% were 500+ pages, 24% less than 300 pages
  • Only 6% of my read books were non-fiction (mostly autobios) the rest obviously fiction. I do prefer fiction mostly, while enjoying the occasional non-fic in the mix
  • 12% of my books were in Finnish, the rest in English. This 12% seems to be rather the average when looking back a few years
  • My most read authors of the year were Claudine Marcin (though actually only 4 books, don’t know why it states 6), Elizabeth Lim (6 books), Liz Braswell (6 books), Terry Pratchett (5 books), Tessonja Odette (4 books, though actually 6 since one was a trilogy bunched into one), and Walter Moers (4 books).

The sweet thing about these StoryGraph stats is that I can easily bore into any one detail or segment to get more info. Also, I can easily get the stats for all time; my all time (mainly 2016 onward, but for books in our library, also some from the 1990’s and -80’s even) most read genres are mystery (230 books) and fantasy (218 books), with romance (152 books, 35 of which LBTQA+) and thrillers (151 books) being the runners-up. Maybe mention historical here still, with 133 books. After that we plunge below 100 books.

My most read author of all time, by far, is Janet Evanovich 💜 with 71 books. Next come James Patterson (30 books) and Tess Gerritsen (27 books), both mostly from years long gone, then Cassandra Clare (20 books) and T.J Klune (19 books). Leon Uris, Astrid Lindgren, John Grisham, and Patricia Cornwell are all authors from the past for me, mainly 1980’s and 1990’s.

In the future, I can also get the format stats – digital vs. paper – but the editions for all imported books aren’t correct, so the stats aren’t correct; the editions will be correct from now on, as I track my reading in StoryGraph book by book,

Oh, how statisfying! Probably of no interest to anyone else, but simply going through these, writing about them, arranging them into an informative format, gives me such satisfaction! Until next year!

Year 2023 in Pics

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Photos of 2023 in Flickr

Best 9 sets from Instragram – mine and the doggos:

The three new tattoos of 2023:

January

Meggie, looking out the library window

February

The reno of my office, “Studio”, was finally finished. Except for the desk spanning around the corner and the length of the entire back wall, which was built later in the spring.

March

Ace turned 3 and went shopping for a new WishBone in Kaari mall.

April

While a cleaning crew was doing the after reno cleanup of our house, I took the dogs for a nice walk in Seurasaari.

More photos of our Seurasaari walk in Flickr

May

Went to see the Grease musical with our two older kids

June

Spent some time catsitting my grandcat Bucky while my son was off leading a camp for teens

Also in June: company summer activity day in Nuuksio National Park

July

We went on a schooner cruise, actually three times, in July. Twice with the doggos, once just the two of us.

More photos of our cruises on M/AUX Kathrina

Also in July: day trip to Inkoo

August

Went on summer vacation to Korppoo in the Turku archipelago for a week. Stayed in a rental cabin, did some day trips into Korppoo and surrounding islands.

More photos of our stay in Korppoo

Also in August: a sunny day in Porvoo

September

Day trip to Fiskars, walking around and visiting some artisan shops

More photos of our day in Fiskars

October

Finally got to see Kolmas Nainen live, headlining the Vantaa Rock festival

November

Bath. What an excellent way to relax after work on a Friday afternoon

December

Company trip to Riga, Latvia for our Christmas party weekend. Dinners, evening parties, and time for sightseeing and shopping, too.

More photos from Riga

Also in December: Christmas time at home and visiting my dad’s

On to year 2024

New Year’s Eve dawned sunny and crispy, -13C. Happy New Year 2024!

A Year of Reading – 2023

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Last time I read this many books in one year I was probably in my teens, if even that. When I was studying in the Uni, I had little energy to read anything beyond the exam books (but of course I did, a dozen books a year, perhaps). When the kids were little, I had little time for myself, between the fulltilme job and family, and what time I did have, was late at night when I was exhausted. Still, I did read maybe that dozen books a year (disregarding all the kids’ books I read to them). Gradually, when they grew older, I started to have more time for reading and I think some sort of average was 35 books per year, for a long time.

Kids are all adults and living their own lives now. We have our dogs, we have our routines, we have our together time, but I seem to find more and more time to read. Last year it was 82 books (30 948 pages), year before that 63 books (24 563 pages), while the year before that was right at the average of 35 books. This year I have read 102 books, a total of 39 304 pages, books ranging from 56 to 868 pages long, with an average book length of 385 pages. There’s still almost a week left of the year. I’ll surely finish at least my current Kindle read by then, A Fate of Flame by Tessonja Odette (49% read currently), potentially even another one. I doubt I’ll reach 40 000 pages, though.

Let’s take a look back on my reading year, with Goodreads’ Year in Books as our guide, and see some highlights and my book picks, month by month. A little bit of insight and maybe even reading tips to the likeminded.

January

The pick: The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches (Sangu Mandanna)
A fun, sparkly, and warm story, where the magic could be found equally in witching and finding a love and a place to belong. I loved this so much I looked for more books by Mandanna, got a couple to my Kindle too, only to realize they are essentially totally kids’ books, not even YA, so I haven’t really gotten to them. I’m sure one day I will – I don’t really have any scruples regarding reading kids’ books, when I get to the mood.

The meh, the almost-DNF: The Witch of Willow Hall (Hester Fox)
A dreary gothic story with potential for so much more. None of the themes were really explored to their full potential, not the witchiness, not the love story, not really even the tragedies.

The predictable: 22 Seconds (James Patterson & Maxine Paetro)
I mean, you know what you get, and you get that and nothing more, nothing less. Good entertainment, guaranteed mystery.

The indie surprise: The Glory Box series (Claudia Marcin)
With indie, you never know what you get. Many I have DNF:d, most have been ok, some have been diamonds in the rough. This series was definitely in the diamond category. A scifi mystery series with an ending even I couldn’t predict until at the very end, right before the revelation. Sincere recommendation!

The new discovery: The Wee Free Men (Terry Pratchett)
i.e. the Tiffany Aching storyline of Pratchett’s Discworld series, also my very first of Pratchett apart from Good Omens (cowritten by Pratchett and Neil Gaiman) which I read in 2022. More accurately, I finally started Wintersmith (which I’d randomly picked from a used books table at the Helsinki Book Fair in 2021) in January, immediately realized I loved the writing AND that the story I was reading started in the middle of a longer story. In fact, exactly the middle, as Wintersmith is book #3 of the 5 Tiffany books. So I put my bookmark in that one and ordered the other 4 books from Amazon and started from the beginning with this one, The Wee Free Men. And loved it. Fun adventures and a bit of suspense in a fantasy world. Obviously went on to read them all, which segues us to February.

February

The sweetest: And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer (Fredrik Backman)
More of a short story than a novel, it is the story of a grandpa losing his battle agains Altzheimers, of his days inside his memories, of moments with his grandson. Warm and heartfelt, sweet while bitter. A piece of life.

The lightest: Mystery of Thorn Manor (Margaret Rogerson)
I loved the first Thorn book, Sorcery of the Thorns. I didn’t not love this sequel, but it most certainly wasn’t a novel with a fullblown plot or anything. I mean, it didn’t pretend to be either. It’s a book that would probably bear the number 1.5 if the Thorns were to become an actual series, which I doubt they will. It’s a lightweight, entertaining, and fun novella with bubbly magic.

The domestic (Finnish): Taikuri ja taskuvaras -trilogy (Anniina Mikama)
February was quite a bit of a YA month for me, between the Tiffany Achings, Thorns, and this Finnish scifi/fantasy series. I liked the series quite well, and in my opinion it got better as the story unfolded, book 3 being the best of the trilogy,

March

The pick: My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry (Fredrik Backman)
A Backman-kind-of sweet story that tastes like life. The grandma who, in her death, ties everything and everyone together after years of disparaging between people who really should just love each other, be a family even if they actually aren’t one. The little girl, the granddaughter, who serves as the glue and ribbon, by being the executor of grandma’s letter-legacy. Sweet and heart-warming, true Backman quality.

The doggo: Love, Clancy (W. Bruce Cameron)
It’s the doggo, Clancy, telling the story of humans - his and a few other ones – and their often incomprehensibly (to the dog-mind, anyway) complicated relationships and goings-on. That, and a bit of butt-sniffing and doggo-love. A lovely read, while it didn’t inspire me to get more of Clancy.

The LGBTQ+ love: Delilah Green Doesn’t Care (Ashley Herring Blake)
At this point, maybe I’ll begin by stating that I am bisexual (and actually polyamorous by nature if not in practise, at least not currently), and I would love to see more queer in books. I don’t pick books based on the sexuality of their characters, but sometimes I get tired of the heteronormative in romance, and even more the one true love (even when being torn between two love interests, making me scream “just have them both in a V and be done with it!”) trope. Polyamory is quite difficult to find in mainstream (i.e. not indie) lit, and the few indie titles I’ve tried, went to the DNF category for other reasons. Gay love (guys or gals), however is starting to be a bit more common, while still mostly only in their own genre, at least where main characters are concerned.
Anyway, Delilah Green is most certainly lesbian, and starts the delightful three book series by Blake, where a queer trio finds their loves (oh yes, still the one true love thing). Things get a bit steamy in these books, so if it’s not your thing, don’t pick them up. I loved these for romantic reads – the third one in December when it was published.

The grand finale: Chain of Thorns (Cassandra Clare)
This book ended The Last Hours trilogy, which has spanned over three years, at least? It also ended the Shadowhunters era, as after this book Clare moved on to create a new and different fantasy world, one I’ve yet to delve into (Sword Catcher, on my TBR, in my Kindle, waiting). IMO, the Shadowhunter books were getting a bit tired, a bit repetitive, so a good time to say goodbye,

The segue: Fractured Fables 1 & 2: A Spindle Splintered & A Mirror Mended (Alix E Harrow)
Looking for more of Alix E Harrow after The Ten Thousand Doors of January (my probably very favorite book of 2022), I found these Fractured Fables where the protagonist travels through (and fixes as she goes) a myriad of variations of the story of the Sleeping Beauty, until stumbling into a puzzling version of Snow White. This duo of fairy tale retellings plunged me head on to the next month(s) of Twisted Tales.

April

The three in one: White Haven Witches, books 1-3 (T.J. Green)
So, actually three books counted as one, so technically book count of the year should be 2 books higher… Anyway, a fun, witchy, and even romantic fantasy mystery series, the books 4-9 (in two 3 book sets) of which are waiting in my Kindle for the right moment to dive back into the quirky world of Avery and Alex and the rest of the White Haven Coven.

The doggo: A Spot of Trouble (Teri Wilson)
Dalmatians do it again: bring together two people who otherwise would’ve never. Light and fun, and full of dognanigans!

The best Twisted of April: What Once Was Mine (Liz Braswell)
The first Twisted Tale I got. Oh, I ordered a total of 10 of them – not quite all of them, but most, leaving out those I didn’t like/haven’t read in their original, erhm, Disney original, form. I was almost tempted to continue on to the Disney Villains series, but decided to pass. Anyway, What Once Was Mine is the retelling of Rapunzel, and the best one I read in April, but also right at the top of them all.

May

The most expected: In the Lives of Puppets (TJ Klune)
The most recent book from one of my very favorite (and very queer) authors, TJ Klune. A book that was supposed to be published in September of 2022, but ended up coming out only in May 2023, due to Klune changing publishers (which also resulted in full new beautiful editions of my maybe favorite Klune series, the Green Creek quadrology, which I promptly proceeded to order as they come out, even though I’ve read the series in Kindle already).
Oh so the Puppets. A bit of a scifi book, and also sort of loosely a retelling of Pinocchio, putting it right into the theme of things in May 😀 Not my favorite Klune book, but certainly guaranteed Klune goodness!

The best Twisted of May: As Old As Time (Liz Braswell)
Obviously, Beauty and the Beast, this one. And a lovely version it was too! I actually 5-starred several of the tales in May, but I think this one is my pick of them as my favorite in May.

The least liked Twisted: Once Upon a Dream (Liz Braswell)
The book I least enjoyed of all of the Twisted Tales was the retelling of the Sleeping Beauty. I don’t know, I’ve never been a huge fan of the original story, either, and this one simply didn’t hit the spot with me, at all.

The new author: Reflection (Elizabeth Lim)
Also at the top of my Twisted Tales picks is this retelling of Mulan, which also lead me to seek more books by its author, Elizabeth Lim. We’ll meet Lim again in my July books.

The curiosity invoker: Unbirthday (Liz Braswell)
I believe I have read (or listened to) Alice in Wonderland, the original story, as a kid. I’ve obviously seen a movie or two, most certainly the most recent ones with Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. I was sure I had a version of the book in my library in Finnish. I couldn’t find it when I looked for it. Anyway, all this reading of the retelling and looking for the book that doesn’t seem to exist and thinking about the story and trying to remember it and how the retelling fits into things, I ended up getting the original book and reading it in August.
This book was also in in the top 5 of the Twisted for me, and it concluded my Twisted reading for the time being. One still awaits on the shelf.

The DNF: Borderline Personality Disorder Workbook (Daniel J. Fox)
Self-help. I usually don’t go for self-help anyway. This one I got 2/3 through, I think, reading one chapter per weekend or so, doing the excercises too. I wanted to help myself. Then I realized I really do have all the tools; the book wasn’t giving me anything new. Also, getting my ADHD diagnosis, starting the medication, going through the process of discovery of my neurodivergency – autistic traits on top of ADHD – removed most of specifically BPD related issues, leaving only what is explained by said neurodivergency. Can’t say going through the book as far as I did was futile. It just became redundant at this point in time and life.

June

The most expected: Atlas – The Story of Pa Salt (Harry Whittaker & Lucinda Riley)
Lucinda Riley died of cancer before completing her story of Pa Salt and the seven sisters. It undestandably took her son Harry some time to put together the tome of a book, that concludes the story and finally reveals what we readers had only been guessing at by way of the few clues given in the sisters’ books. Well worth the wait! Grand book, grand finale for the saga!

The FanFic: The Late Mrs. Willoughby (Claudia Gray)
The second book in Grays Austen based stories starring the autistic eldest son of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, and the eldest daughter of Catherine and Henry Tilney (of Northanger Abbey) – combining my two favorite Austens! – and featuring a set of characters from different Austen novels; this one mainly restricted to those of Sense and Sensibility, though, while the first one, The Murder of Mr. Wickham brought together basically all of the main protagonists. Yes, I loved this like I loved the first one, and next summer should see a third one published.

The gateway book: Daughter of the Moon Goddess (Sue Lynn Tan)
Or maybe Reflection was the gateway? Be as it may, when looking for more books by Lim, I also found this book, book one of a duology, and for whatever reason started my stint into to Chinese mythology based books with this, not one of the Lims (which follow in July and August). Excellent fantasy, this duology, and those of Lim, if you ask me.

The pick: The City of Dreaming Books (Walter Moers)
Found this (as so many others) in the Bookaholics FB group, was fascinated, got it in paper, read it, loved it. Which set me on the path to get all of the Moers books, which are only six altogether; 5 of them stories from Zamonia (this is book 3 of them, all of them standalone stories), one a bit different, but we’ll get to that in December.

July

The magical realism: Book Charmer (Karen Hawkins)
Just a touch of magic, some warmth and caring, a town to save, and a bit of romance. The first book in the Dove Pond series of magical realism and romance combined. Sweet and easy reading.

The disappointment: Last Unicorn (Peter S. Beagle)
Somehow I expected a lot from this book, it came so highly praised, but I was disappointed. Kinda like I was disappointed by The Neverending Story. There’s some similarities in the style and the story building, and I simply could not love either, as much as I would’ve wanted.

The longest book of the year: The Priory of the Orange Tree (Samantha Shannon)
I’d like to say it was a fabulous saga. And in many ways it was. However, it was a bit unnecessarily long, in my opinion, and I would’ve enjoyed it more had it been just a tad more concentrated. Same goes for the second book prequel. Still, I did enjoy reading them.

August

The pick: Midnight at the Blackbird Cafe (Heather Webber)
Another find from the Bookaholics. Another author who spins a bit of magic into real life real world stories of love and friendship and finding one’s home. I loved this book, and I loved the other Webber I read this year, well, in August as well, At the Coffee Shop of Curiosities.

The sweetest: The Reading List (Sara Nisha Adams)
A warm and sweet story revolving around books that bring people together and resonate and console their readers separately. A list of books, left in secret by an avid reader, to be found by those they chose as receivers. I love books about books, and this wasn’t an exception, even though the books on the list were not exactly up my street.

The domestic (Finnish): Katariinanpyörä (Johanna Valkama)
Going back in history, to the time when Jaakko Ilkka, the hero of the Nuijasota (The Cudgel War, or rather the uprising of peasants in North-West Finland in 1596-97) had been beheaded, leaving his wife a widow. The book is otherwise fully fictive – nobody really knows much about his family – and takes the reader through Middle Age Finland, to Turku. Quite an enjoyable book, this one. I didn’t like the second book, Kuningatarlaiva (which started my September), quite as well.

September

The pick: The House at the Edge of Magic (Amy Sparkes)
As one can guess from the cool covers, it’s YA. But it’s FUN! A whole lot like The Moving Castle, but definitely no copycat. These are books of pure magical fun and mayhem. There may be a fourth book coming out at some point.

The political memoir: Maailmanparantajan muistelmat (Risto Isomäki)
The memoir of an environmental activist, a do-gooder, a journalist. Extremely interesting book, and while I don’t subcribe to his ideology as is, I can’t very well not acknowledge the good he and his posses have done. The book reminded me of the importance of balance, and that people like Risto are important drivers of balance in the world. The book also sparked a curiosity or interest in colonialism and how it pushed the third world into the poverty ridden state it was and mostly still is. It prompted the purchase of the book Late Victorian Holocausts: El Niño Famines and the Making of the Third World by Mike Davis. Still on my TBR, waiting for the right moment.

October

The memoir: Muistista piirretty kaupunki (Elena Chizhova)
The story of Elena and her foremothers, the saga of a St. Petersburgian family before and after it was Stalingrad and Leningrad. The glamour and the beauty of the city as much as the ugly and the poverty. The exodus and the come-back. A city you can leave but that never leaves you.

The shortest of the year: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats (T.S. Eliot)
I.e. the book that became Cats, the musical. A book of cat poems. Bought because it was referred to in The Distant Hours (Kate Morton). I got another copy of this one for my son for Christmas.

The most miserable: Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)
No worries, I won’t go into all of my dislike here, you can read all of that in my previous post (the last part of). Suffice to say, that despite the gloom, despair, and misery on me, this one actually is solely responsible for several new books on my TBR and in my library, all of which are still waiting, though. Perhaps next year?

The three in one: The Fair Isle Trilogy (Tessonja Odette)
Um yes, another book of three in one, so what’s the actual count now? 106 books? Fairies, humans, war, romance. All the makings of a thoroughly enjoyable fantasy book. You know, I believe there’s a word used for romance between the fae and humans, and while trying to google it, I came across some peculiar q&a’s like: “are fairies monogamous?”. I mean, like, what?

November

The pick: Hex and the City (Kate Johnson)
Some more romantic witchy fun mystery found in the Bookaholics group. Why is it that the witchy just makes it just so much more fun to read?

The doggo: A Dog Day (Walter Emanuel)
Another shorty. Just a terrier going through a day in a very different time and age than ours. Not exactly to my liking, but I’m mentioning it since, well, dog.

The most expected: Dirty Thirty (Janet Evanovich)
Evanovich is getting old, and book releases are less and further apart than before. Still a enjoyable reads, though, still as much fun! I just wish Steph would find a way to go poly for good with Morelli and Ranger. I mean, she really already is, so why not make it official?

The autobio: The Woman in Me (Britney Spears)
While I liked all three autobios I read in November, Britney’s gets the mention if only because it was such a mind-blowing experience to read about the circumstances of her father’s take-over of her life and career. Absolutely baked my noodle. More about this book, too, in the aforementioned previous post.

The finale: A Curse For True Love (Stephanie Garber)
This was the third and final book of the Once Upon a Broken Heart trilogy, which matured and grew better together with the protagonist. The best book of this trilogy.

December

The pick: The Lost Bookshop (Evie Woods)
Humm… another book you can read more about in the previous post 😏 A lovely magical realism duo-storyline book. Maybe my favorite of the year. Or was that the City of Dreaming Books?

The non-fiction: Remainders of the Day (Shaun Bythell)
In a way not much to shout about – a day-to-day diary of running The Bookshop in Wigtown, the booktown of Scotland. Then again, it painted a patchy but alluring image of the town, its goings-on, and the day-to-day life surrounded by books. It made me want to go and stay in the Open Book AirBnB for a week or few to run the bookhop just for fun. It made me start planning my dream world tour, jotting down places I’d like to go, routes I’d like to travel. All because of Wigtown.

The curiosity invoker: Mansikkatyttö (Lisa Strømme)
Ah, one more reference to the previous post 😂 Actually the book that originally sparked the writing of said post. This book mixes history and real historical characters with fiction in a way that had me googling for more info on the subject and the paintings and finding a love of sorts for the works of Edvard Munch.

The non-Zamonian Moers: A Wild Ride Through the Night (Walter Moers)
The only Moers book that is not of the world of Zamonia. Fantasy as it is, an action packed journey that could be just a dream, but maybe it wasn’t…?! The story is based on a set engravings by illustrator Gustave Doré, who also is the 12yo protagonist of the book. Apparently this was written before the Zamonia-books, but wasn’t published until after them. Still, it was the hardest to get.

Wrap-up and a what now

Sometimes I can easily pick a best read of the year. Most years not. This year, not so easy. The nominees would be:

  • The Lost Bookshop (Evie Woods)
  • The City of Dreaming Books (Walter Moers)
  • Midnight at the Blackbird Cafe (Heather Webber)
  • The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches (Sangu Mandanna)

While this year was heavily fantasy – I do seem to drift more and more to the fantastical worlds as the years go by – and quite a bit of light romance, there were plenty of excellent historical drama / family saga kind of books and autobios in the mix, not all of them mentioned. Doesn’t mean I didn’t value or enjoy the reads – I really did! They just go into the comfortably good middle. Kate Mortons, always a pleasure. Bios and autobios, truly intriguing. The rest of the Moers Zamonias I read, and the Chinese mythology books I didn’t go into specifically, I loved. The bulk of the fantasy and romance I read, superb in my world.

I believe next year will be a similar mix of a lot of fantasy, a bunch of romance, some historical/family saga or other drama reads, some (auto)bios and other non-fiction, including at least the Brontë sisters book, the making of the third world book, and the book I got for Christmas: Putinin alttaripoika (Putin’s altar boy) by Juha Meriläinen – a contemporary political book about the nationalistic and religious games and motives behind the war in Ukraine.

Currently, I’m readung A Fate of Flame (Tessonja Odette), which is the last book in the Prophesy of the Forgotten Fae trilogy, and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (V.E. Schwab), which has been in my library for a couple years now, I think. The Fate I will definitely finish before the year is out, Addie Larue, probably not. I’ve got all these blog posts to write and work to do and dad to visit and floor to floor and whatnot taking up a lot of my daily time 😂 While I kinda would love to just read and read and read, it’s good to live and do things sometimes, right? And some things don’t really even ask 😏

My TBR is currently 129 books (and that is only books I already OWN). Last year at this point it was 104 books. Or was it 116? Less than now, anyway. So did I read my way through those 100+ books already? Are the 129 all new ones? Nope, nah-ah. The way it works is, I read two books at the same time, always: one in Kindle, the other in paper, and I pick my books by mood – when I finish one, I select the next one in that format.

I constantly find new interesting books in the Bookaholics group, in bookstores, and through books I read. The new and shiny usually cut in line and get read before the ones that have been on the list for longer. I do get to them, I get to all books eventually (unless I die first), but if they sort of pass their window of opportunity, it may take me quite some time to get in the right mood for them again.

So, only time will tell what I end up reading next year 🤷‍♀️

[Edit 1.1.2024: I actually DID finish both A Fate of Flame and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, the latter one yesterday evening. Addie LaRue actually goes right there to the top reads of the year, wonderful tale of life and love and the love of life!

This put my book count to 105 (plus 4 as two were three in one books 😉) and the page count actually did exceed 40 000, even disregarding the maybe 50 pages I didn’t read of the one DNF. A Fate of Flame was longer than I thought – with Kindle, the page count is a bit hazy. I’m starting my reading year 2024 with The Brontê Sisters by Catherine Rayner (the paper book) and Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer (the Kindle book).]

Warning! Reading books may cause ideas!

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[Warning! This post contains spoilers of (at least some of) the books discussed so tread with care!]

I read a whole lot of books for the sheer pleasure of being immersed in the story, the adventure, a world that is not my own. Correction, that is my main reason for reading anything at all. I want books to provide an escape, to take me to someplace else, to capture me so totally that I basically become someone else while reading their story. This goes for fiction and non-fiction alike, though sometimes I do read out of simple curiosity and the need to learn more about something or someone, but that’s just a different kind of pleasure.

No matter what I read, though, I always learn something, always yearn to understand more. Even the fantasy book with no seeming connection to our real world may invoke ideas, thoughts, feelings, a curiosity that has me exploring the topic further.

H once asked me what I’m doing exactly, am I reading or facebooking, when I go back and forth between my book and my phone.

I was googling. When I’m reading a book, be it fiction or non-, there are references to things, people, places, events… And I need to know. I need to know if this or that is accurate, if real world references in fiction are pieces of real history inside of the story, and to what extent. I need to know if a character associated with a real historical character is real or made up. I want to see a picture or a painting that was described, I need to listen to songs that are referenced, I need to see pictures of the actual places of the story. I need to know MORE than just the story. So I google. Read more. Google some more. Read more.

In this sense, those people of olden times, who were scared of [women] reading, were most certainly right: reading does cause ideas and thoughts and thought processes. It’s just that that shouldn’t scare anyone. It doesn’t scare anyone who isn’t afraid of losing their power over said readers.

This brings me to one of the things I’ve been pondering, or encountering, in my recent reads. Not exactly the fear of women reading, but the fear of women living their own lives, without the influence and control of men [in their family]. How horrible it is, for a woman to have their own mind! To refuse to marry, or to have a career, to be successful! Not to all men, maybe nowdays not even most men, but we still live in a highly male-dominated world, where grave injustices are inflicted on women, just for the audacity of not needing a man.

Reading about women, whose life is controlled by the men in their family, to the extent of sticking them into a mental asylum (or psychiatric ward, nowadays), just because they’re not succumbing to their will, puts me in a state of frustrating helpless rage. How can they do that? Why are the men listened to, the women silenced?

Real life, 21st century – Britney Spears: The Woman in Me

Britney Spears whose abusive alcoholic dad was given full control of her life, career, and estate when she was devastated after her husband and kids’ dad brutally abandoned her, and essentially took the kids he’d had no interest in before the divorce. Everyone listened to Kevin Federline, to Britney’s dad, even her brother, never asking how Britney was really doing, how she could really be helped. Sure, she did some crazy shit, but how many male rock stars do way worse stuff ALL THE DAMN TIME and nobody thinks they should be controlled and locked up!

All because a greedy MAN wanted to get his hands on HER success and money.

Fiction, 20th century – Evie Woods: The Lost Bookshop

Opaline refused to marry the total stranger her brother had picked for her, trying to force her. So she ran away, making a life for herself in Paris, until the bro found her and almost got her. She escaped to Dublin, where she established her own business, her own bookdealership. She had the audacity to get pregnant out of wedlock, was found by her bro again and taken to an asylum due to “hysterics and delusions”. And the doctors, even the female nurses, believed the bro, not her.

Opaline’s thoughts right before her brother caught her the second time: “Secrets are all very well and good, but having a fake name, a hidden pregnancy, a forgotten manuscript and forbidden feelings were all making for a very complicated and lonely existence.”

No kiddin’, rite?! While she really shouldn’t have had the need to hide herself anymore than her pregnancy, or really even the manuscript, at least not for the reasons present, i.e. trying to prevent a greedy MAN taking it and making it and the success it might bring, his own.

I’m not a feminist, but I’m also a rather priviledged woman. I tend to forget, that this world STILL is mostly run by men, and still to this day their word weighs more, they have the power at the end of the day. And I really don’t even know how and what would ever change that for good. Feminism as it stands, doesn’t really cut it anymore, at least not the kind where women become the very men they say they despise. Because I know it’s not only men who aim to control; women can be beasts quite as well, too, but that’s still way more uncommon, at least outside of the home walls. The society used to be and still is, leaning toward male rule.

I wish people would be less powerlusty, would live and let live, would allow people to be what and who they are, mold their own lives. I cannot understand the need to control the life of another human being. I mean, the rule should go along the lines of as long as you don’t hurt other people. Not by ways of “but this is proper” or “this is how I want it”. THAT is one of the biggest ways people hurt other people. Control.

Quite a bit of the same theme can be found in the book I finished yesterday, The Strawberry Girl by Lisa Strømme. It is a fictive story about the girl behind the painting of the same name, by Hans Heyerdahl. I mean, not the actual girl (no one really knows anymore), but in Strømme’s book, the narrator is the girl of the painting.

Strømme created a summer of romance and drama, mixing in the Ihlen family (they were real) and setting the story around Edvard Munch staying in Åsgårdstrand for the summer (he bought a cabin there later on, but in the book, he rents the place) and having a scandalous romance with Tullik, the youngest of the three Ihlen girls. The book is a mix of actual history and characters and fully made up ones, of actual details and paintings set into the time and context of a fully fictive story (that got its spark from a rumor, something mentioned once in a memoir of the times and places), that culminates in the creation of The Scream.

Munch is a controversial character, a (still at that point) poor artist, and the Ihlen family forbids Tullik’s and Munch’s romance, causing so much pain, that Tullik is sent away to an asylum (see? see!) because she is deemed insane while she herself claims she is just broken down with pain. Munch pours his anguish and devastation into painting The Scream, which the narrator herself, stuck between the lovers, being a friend to both, can hear, even after the painting is hidden under loose floorboards.

The author explains the fiction vs. facts in her afterword, but I had to know more, so I googled. I also had to google Munch’s paintings a bit. I knew The Scream, obviously, who doesn’t? But Strømme described a whole lot of other ones in the book too (listing them all at the end of the book), piqueing my interest. And while I’m no art enthusiast nor connoisseur, I felt like Munch should be known for so much more than just The Scream, which really isn’t even at the top of my list, maybe not even on the list of what I now call my favorite Munch paintings, after scouring the Internets for them. Obviously still just the tip of the iceberg. But a love was born.

Beach Landscape
Coastal Landscape
Autumn ploughing
Summernight Inger on the Beach
The Oak
Two Human Beings

Another kind of intrigue – as much as it pains me to admit it 😀 – started after reading the Wuthering Heights (by Emily Brontë). An abomination of a book, if you ask me! Jane Eyre (by Charlotte Brontë), which I also read only a couple years ago or so, is a bit less brutal, but likewise describes harsh, miserable existances void of any joy. Extremely heavy reads that bring no joy to the reader either, which is why I personally cannot comprehend why both or either of those have become such icons and favorites, that frequently are used as the literary obsessions of protagonists in modern books – as is also the case of Opaline in The Lost Bookshop.

Around the time of finishing the Heights, I poured out my full appallment into a Facebook post in a bookish group:

If I thought Jane Eyre miserable, this book is downright horrible! What kind of mind conjures up these abominable stories? What kind of life did the Bronte sisters have to produce such cruel and unusual characters and narratives? And what has compelled the later generations to deem this utter social garbage some sort of classics? Why are these so often depicted as comfort reading for a protagonist of a contemporary book?

I have read these out of curiosity and now that it has been satisfied, I will never ever open them again. Horror stories I can comprehend, while I don’t like them either, but these are pure gluttony on human cruelty and misery, without even a twist of any other plot than to narrate the spiteful life of a bitter lot of people poisoning one another further.

I sincerely hope life was not like that back then in general, but that these books dwell on something as not mainstream as such would be today. I know similar stories could be written just as well about and in any time and age, and surely have, but my point remains. What has one suffered to be able to write a novel of sheer hate and malice? And why do readers dwell on the shit so?

And no, I don’t like that style of realism in contemporary books (or movies) either. Anyway, a rather interesting discussion followed my post, leading me to learn more about the sisters Brontë, their life in the moors, and their less known and popular publications, and more over: want to undestand and learn even more!

So what did I do besides google? I bought more books. Not just the recommended Anne Brontë book The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, but actually nearly all of the combined sisters Brontë non-poetry books (by Charlotte: The Professor, Villette, Shirley, and by Anne: Agnes Grey, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall), and a combined biography of the sisters: The Brontë Sisters: Life, Loss and Literature, by Catherine Rayner. I quenched my curiosity of the two most popular books, but I gained further curiosity about the books that people all but forgot, and about the life of the authors themselves.

This intrigue is yet to be fulfilled, though, as the books are currently just staring at me from the shelves a bit accusingly, while I’m waiting for the right mood to hit me. It might, after the story of Opaline, due to her obsession and research. Actually, that manuscript she’s hiding? The fictive manuscript of Emily’s second book, which also magically appears tattooed on the back of the modern time protagonist Martha, after appearing in her head line by line.

The literary world goes up and down and round and round and my interest in the written word between two covers never dwindles; if anything, it keeps on growing as new books feed new ideas, new intrigues, into my head. By new, I mean new to me, not necessarily new to the world, not necessarily new as works. And since I dont’ get paid for submerging myself in the literary now and then, nor all of the other intereseting topics to research, I need to choose. Some stuff I contend on reading simply the wikipedia article, then move on. Some I hang on to more tightly, resulting in new books to read, new ideas to have.

So many books, so little time to read. Thus, I rarely anymore read the same book twice. I pity on some occasions, too.

[Cover pic: cropped from Edvard Munch’s painting “Andreas Reading”]

Aivot ei aivoa

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Oli ihan hilkulla, etten kaatanut maitoa leikkuulaudalle, jonka nappasin lavuaarin ritilältä, missä yleensä on maitovaahdottimen kannu. Virheeni tajuttuani mietin hetken, miksi minulla ylipäätään oli leikkuulauta kädessäni. Ja missä se vaahdottimen kannu oikein oli? Työnsin leikkuulaudan kaappiin paikoilleen ja löysin kannun tiskikaapista, kaadoin maitoa kannuun ja käynnistin vaahdottimen.

Kahvikonekin oli sinä aikana suorittanut käynnistystoimensa, joten työnsin lusikallisen decaf-espressopuruja purukahvilokeroon ja painoin tuplaespressonappia. Hetken ajan kirosin hukkaan menneitä puruja, luullen etten ollut kääntänyt kahvinuppia purukahviasentoon. Tarkempi katsahdus nuppiin kertoi, että olin kuin olinkin kääntänyt sen oikeaan asentoon, joten kirosinkin sitten laihaa espressoa – yksi lusikka ei oikein riitä tuplaespressoon. Sillä nyt kuitenkin menin, Aamucappucinolla, joka maistui enenmmän maidolta kuin kahvilta.

Puoliso tuli keittiöön juuri kun kahvikone lirutteli hänen mukiinsa kunnollista espressoa, ja minä puolestani ylitäytin vaahdottimen kannua. Koska tölkissä oli niin vähän maitoa, että ajattelin kaataa sen kaiken sinne. Tajusin erheeni kun maito peitti alleen MAX-merkinnän. Ei sitä lopulta paljon liikaa kannussa ollut. Palattiin sänkyyn kahvien kanssa, muutamaksi tovikin ennen kuin oli aika nousta.

“Just take it slow, honey, it’s ok”, rauhoitteli puoliso, kun kirosin varpaille pudonnutta kännykkää. “Hitaus ei paljon auta, kun tavarat ei pysy käsissä ja aivot on jumissa ja toinen tossukin on piukka!” marisin tuskastuneena. Varpaaseenkin sattui, se ihan varmasti murtui hieman. Eri varvas, tosin. Yleensä pikkuvarvas, tällä kertaa se viereinen.

Eilen aamulla harmittelin jotain ääneen, mihin puoliso, jonka mielestä kaikki tarvitsee ratkaisun, yritti tarjota ratkaisua, kuuntelematta minua kunnolla. [Miksi tuon miehen on niin vaikea vain harmitella kanssani? En minä kaipaa ratkaisuja ellen niitä erikseen pyydä, Useimmiten kaipaan vain empatiaa; olen aika haka ratkaisemaan ratkaistavissa olevat asiat itsekin.] Minä siis turhauduin ja suivaannuin ja nappasin iPadin avukseni, unohtaen, että se oli kiinni laturipiuhassa. Joka kiemursi kahvimukini takaa. Mistä seurasi, että 2/3 mukillista cappucinoa lensi kaaressa lattialle ja uusille pupu-huopatossuilleni.

Pyyhe pyyhki kahvin kaikkialta muualta, mutta tossut tarvitsivat pesun. Huuhtelin niistä maitokahvit hanan alla ja asetin lattialle seinää vasten kuivumaan. Kylppärissä, missä on lattialämmitys. Tänä aamuna ne olivat kuivat, laitoin ne jalkaani. Toinen oli okei, toinen vähän liian tiukaksi kuivunut. Vitutti. Kastelin sitä pikkuisen uudestaan, venyttelin ja vanuttelin takaisin sopivaksi. Luultavasti ne kumpikin vertyy siitä takaisin jalkojeni mukaisiksi taas.

Meillä on menossa makkariremppa ja se ehkä hieman stressaa. Olen parina yönä nukkunut kellon mukaan huikeat 10-15min. syvää unta. Yhteensä. Koko yönä. Mikä on n. 2-4% yön unesta (mistä valtaosa on kevyttä, joukossa vähän REM-pätkiä ja paljon mikroheräilyä). Ei ihme, että aivot ovat ihan kuutamolla ja kaikenlaista sattuu ja tapahtuu.

Viikonloppuaamuisin, jotta puoliso pystyy tekemään tuota pintaremppaa, tarvii meidän kerätä sänkymme ja käydä. Tai ainakin raivata väliaikais-yöpöydät ja sähköjohdot pois lattialta, viedä petivaatteet toiseen huoneeseen ja laittaa patjat jotenkin johonkin enemmän tai vähemmän pois tieltä. Ei, meillä ei juuri nyt ole “sänkyä”. Meillä on (paksut) jousipatjat lattialla ja pressu mattona. Tyylikästä ja niin redneckiä, että!

Eilenkin siis kerättiin kamat pois. Laitoin low battery -tilaan valuneen läppärini laturiin ja kaappiin. Irrottelin sitten johdot, mutta työnsin jatkarin – jossa läppärin laturikin oli kiinni – samaan kaappiin ja tuumasin, että hyvä, läppäri voi latautua siinä päivän. Illalla laturi irtosi, kun virittelin johtoja takaisin paikalleen, mutten siitä välittänyt, olihan se kone saanut ladata koko päivän. Vähän olin sitten tänä aamuna hämmentynyt siitä, että läppärin akku oli yhä 10 prosentissa. Jossain vaiheessa sitten säteili.

Ei sillä, eipä se paljon olisi auttanut vaikka laturi olisikin ollut koneessa kiinni yön. Kun makkari oli laitettu taas päiväksi pakettiin ja puoliso ryhtynyt töihin siellä, istuin kirjastossa koirien ja teemukin kanssa, ja ihmettelin miksi kännykkäni akku oli vain 42%. Laitoin sen laturiin ja avasin iPadin lukeakseni – nettikin oli katki remontin takia, enkä saanut kirjastossa lukuvaloja päälle voidakseni lukea kirjaa; wifin yli hallittavat valot on parasta silloin kun netti ei toimi – kun sain päähäni kurkata kellonkin akun: 34%.

Etsin matkalaturini Studiosta, vain muistaakseni, ettei se jaksa ladata kahta laitetta ilman pikalaturia, jollaista minulla ei siinä kirjastossa ollut. Kaikenlaisia piuhoja kyllä, myös i-laturijohto, muttei pikalaturia. Hain käsilaukusta powebankin pikalaturijohtoineen ja laitoin laitteet latautumaan. Nyt tässä illalla sitten tarkistin: ei ollut jatkari päällä ei. Olin sen kai sitten eilen illalla vahingossa tökännyt pois päältä.

Tämä remppa, ADHD, huonot unet. Ja huomenna on maanantai. Toivottavasti aivot toimivat huomenna vähän paremmin.

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