After five days of blogging the inevitable has happened and I have completely run out of ideas and topics. I was already heading to bed, having given up, but something in me urged me to get up again and stick to my promise.
Lucas has been in bed for a while, so I have had a nice cup of tea while reading Toni Morrison's Home. The food scraps from under L's kitchen chair have been wiped away but I have no energy to wash up all the dishes tonight. S. is out jogging, preparing for his first marathon next summer. My little brother sent me a video clip from the jazz concert he went to tonight, and we have had a discussion about what kind of jazz we like or dislike. The weather is wet and unpleasant, and it is depressingly dark in this part of the world. Despite it, I still managed to go out for a brisk walk when S. came home from work. 8000 steps today, claims my app; not bad at all. All is quiet and ordinary, and I am surrounded with best people in the whole world.
That's it. That's the post.
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