Day 18: Morning Break

Just read an email from Boss.

"Great to know things are going well there! Please take care of your health."

So kind of him. I didn't know he cared. I can just feel the blood dripping from my stab wounds.

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Walking in the snow is like walking in the sand. It's soft, and takes a lot of energy to plough your way through. IPPT in 6 months time shouldn't leave my muscles aching too much. But I can never imagine walking for 15 minutes back home just to get to a bus stop. Unlike the cool weather here (now), I'll probably sweat buckets. But I've enjoyed the walks so far. These days especially. Maybe the weather's milder now, or maybe I'm just getting used to it.

But I can't imagine how some people actually run in this cold weather. Dressed in tights, a windbreaker, and a cap. Not cold meh? You'll heat up during the run but it's still beyond my limited comprehension that they don't/can't feel the cold under that thin material.

Shalala...

I'm thinking of baking some banana cake next month for the Sunday fika after Mass. Or maybe some chocolate cookies. Since we are the two newest persons there, let's see if Jana wants to cooperate. If she wants, maybe we can cook up something from home (banana cake or banana friters) and something from Czech Republic. We'll see.

I like the old buildings here. Over a hundred years, and the exterior still appears to be solidly constructed. And well maintained. I'll give our buildings at most 30 years before they turn into a pile of dung. No quality. Force of habit. But their exterior pipes can do with some insulation. Iced pipes are never good.

Because of the snow, it still feels like Christmas!