While most in the rest of Germany, the sun shines, maintains his stubborn fog veil over us, the ripples it now and again fine and white out. Early in the morning everything was dusted white, even the bare branches of trees - in the eerie half-light beautifully against a gray sky.
And it's cold cold cold. The blackbirds sitting on a thick ball fluffed up in the tree - they look like frozen properly.
I panted for fresh air. Open the door almost every hour, take a breath of fresh cold air return mail triggers a coughing and choking paired with a sweating the desire for a (slow) walk in the bud. So the door again, back on the sofa. Is repeated at the next feeling of lack of oxygen.
The body aches have almost completely cleared, the head is still aching, but again quite clear. I can View times magazine stack and muck out. The knitting socks on. Leading with the youngest son of a conversation about learning, but that was a good conversation, (and share insight, enthusiasm for learning, learning plan, now! to the desk and learn math intensive) but without the desired outcome was. But the atmosphere was relaxed - and who knows about the late effects of such discussions.
missing photographs to me the energy. Tomorrow for a photo of the orange socks. Summer anticipation.
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