Brought my camera out this morning. Morning, not really. I increased my meds yesterday and couldn’t get up this morning until Johan served me coffee. I always drink coffee in the morning, but it’s not what gets me out of bed, it’s usually the sun waking me up and I immediately want to get up and do stuff, preferably yoga or take a walk. Then coffee.
Johan on his way to Charlottenburg. I’m home alone now, hasn’t been many hours of that since Covid-19 came to town.
Blue sky, Berlin is usually pretty sunny in the mornings. I need to get curtains for the bedroom, I sleep with an old black nightgown over my eyes.
There’s something I like about fake flowers. I was thinking of texting one of my closest friends…
…when he all of a sudden stood on the other side of the street with a dead phone battery. Yannis, don’t know how to spell his name, Greek monster.
This red, wouldn’t want to have that building in front of mine. Everything would be pink inside.
Hello, cold enough for winter jacket, Wrist Worms and a hat. Love it.
Time to go home and stay here. Eat something, try to take it easy, been working so much lately. Reading a book which is so amazing, Samlade Verk by Lydia Sandgren, one of the most wonderful books I’ve ever read. Takes place in Gothenburg (and Paris and Berlin) and makes me so nostalgic, the story is great and her descriptions of emotions, people, places… Haven’t had a reading experience like this since I read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.
This is one of the best things I brought home from Sardinia, apart from all the wonderful memories and pictures. Did I show you more pictures? I can’t remember, my brain can’t remember as many things as before, I guess that happens when you’re 41 – so many impressions through the years compared to when you were 16. It’s not until now I understand why “older” people repeat themselves much more than younger people do. The brain is pretty full.
How are you doing?