There is a lot of life around me. It is happening all over. Yesterday evening was wonderful: talking to my moher in law for ages, about a title in my favorite trilogy in five parts (Life, the Universe, Everything): she is a doll. She hates telling me she would be mad at me if I ever left Ilse.
Then there was the miencident: annoying and enriching (although not fully until I really understood the weirdness of today). I was so beat up that I decided not to see her (did end up in speedy running though: hating yourself makes for reluctancy to give in to physical emergencies)
And the realisation that I am inhumanly tired: I am less human because I am tired: my temper is having its way towards the kids, Ilse and myself, so I'd better be smart and get some rest. Like hell I will: I have a mailbox full of dreams, and a will to live. Just don't overdo it.
There was also an MSN-conversation with StefHer, that was mainly ruled by my gloomy mood: weird to get advice on some things (stress) from you, but helpful nevertheless.
This all to let you know I posted more on my space again (which is now also read by my mother in law, so please be gentle if you ever put a comment there (-: )
What a beautiful day.
And tomorrow, I'm leaving for the second most beautiful city in the world! To meet the man everybody should be in love with. Dig this: every day is a beautiful day (Dogen).
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