It’s nearly noon.
The temperature outside feels like -1°C.
Heating isn’t working.
Boy is restless.
I’m cold and miserable.
I want to run away. The -1°C outside seems better than a cold home.
It’s nearly noon.
The temperature outside feels like -1°C.
Heating isn’t working.
Boy is restless.
I’m cold and miserable.
I want to run away. The -1°C outside seems better than a cold home.
Coffee in one hand.
A book in the other.
Music on headphones.
Everyone you love snoring away around you.
Dark outside.
What’s not to love about early winter mornings?
A surprise bright yellow door on a gloomy, grey day (week, month, season).
The clocks moved back this weekend. There’s more empty, or yellow branches on trees than green ones. The temperature gauge spends more time below 10°C than above it. And I’ve started running and spinning again.
Winter is coming.
Image via @wilkiemurray, on Twitter.
I’m sad. Today’s the second worst day of this year. Why? Because after today, the days start becoming shorter :(
Slowly but surely these post 9pm sunsets will be gone. Soon after, we’ll have those horrible, depressing, short, grey days with the sun setting before 4. And it will get cold. And wet. And I won’t be able to cycle any more. Shit. I hate this day.
Of course, this is only the 2nd worst day. The worst day is the shortest one, Dec 21/22. The trough of a crazy winter. At least there’s a little hope that the days become longer after that.
I hate this… if I win the lottery, I shall emigrate to New Zealand every autumn equinox and return to London around the spring equinox. Now, all I have to do is buy that lottery ticket. So, how much is the euro lottery’s pot at this week?