March 10, 2016
Do you remember the ups and downs I was talking about a few days ago?
Well, this day was a definite down.
I was disappointed by the weather – yes, it is spring, you can feel it in the air but why does a beautiful day have to be marred by a dull rain? I am always for a strong rain, which would bring revival but not the comatose weather that dominated the entire afternoon and evening.
Storms are much more appealing. At least you know where you are and the blood pumps faster when the thunder strikes followed by a strong lightning.
I was also disappointed seeing that art became a financial purpose instead of sticking with the natural one of bringing joy and sharing words and helping people evade in a new world.
Either the definition of a writer is something different from what I know or I am completely lost in a dream world.
I was also disappointed in the book I read – too much description and too much drilling into feelings and doubts related to feelings. Everything else disappeared behind long paragraphs of nothingness.
I don’t see the meaning of tens of chapters when the book is so dimwitted that you can’t even find the strength to get to chapter five.
However, I wasn’t disappointed in friends. There are some of them that know what a friend should stand for and manage to bring a smile on your lips even when you think that the gloom and doom are endless.
Neither Rex disappointed me. Predictably, he chased all the planes crossing the skies above us and all the dogs that dared to take a stroll by our house.
As I pointed before, this is what life looks like: up and down. Maybe the today’s disappointment will melt into tomorrow’s joy. The only thing to do is waiting and seeing.
Tomorrow I’ll ride the TTC. I am sure there will be things to catch my attention and alleviate my boredom.
So, let’s talk tomorrow.
Be happy, wherever you are. As the ancients used to say: May the Gods smile upon you!
March 9, 2016
The only thought that has been constant in my mind today was: spring is here!
My mind was doing cartwheels at this very thought and I can say that I spent every spare moment either in the ravine with Rex or on the balcony.
Do you remember I was complaining about children not coming out to play? Well they still don’t, or at least with the exception of four – all of them brothers and sisters, they don’t.
However, I don’t complain anymore. The aforementioned four can count for at least ten. They have a pair of lungs on them each and their favorite activity is to run in a circle, if possible in front of my balcony to excite Rex and they simply howl.
I have to give it to my mutt: he wants his treats so much that he whimpers a little but no bark passes his little doggy lips.
I also had an interesting conversation with my daughter: politics. Not Canadian or Romanian but American.
We discussed the candidates and made parallels between women in politics along history, with a brief digression towards Lucretia Borgia and Margaret Thatcher. Of course, some of the John Oliver’s shows were discussed as well.
At least it was something new because lately the only conversations were about black holes and differences between women position in the Japanese society and European one during the 17, 18th and 19th centuries.
Sometimes, getting too intellectual in conversations is too much after a long work day. One craves shallowness and just a bit of fun.
Even a book would do it for me. Considering that it is over midnight and I still want to finish the book I started this evening – and still have to wake up early in the morning, I will say bye for now. I am running a bit on empty after going to bed after 4 a.m. yesterday and waking up at 7 a.m.
See you, in other words!
March 8, 2016
I can’t boast too many activities today as I started working on the third issue of our magazine, which by the way, keeps attracting more and more readers.
Yesterday only we had over 1200 and per total since February 15, we have had around 26,000. That’s something I’d say.
Today, besides the obligatory walks with Rex, I went out only in the evening for some shopping. Actually, I took my daughter with me, as I had to stay out with Rex and she had to go inside and do the shopping.
I was simply amazed by the way people park their cars. It seems that our society is growing more and more selfish day by day.
First I spied a lady who parked her car exactly in front of the supermarket – it would have been too difficult to go to the parking area. She blocked everyone coming out with their carts. They had to take it round so that they could get to the parking lot and to their cars.
Then, another lady, unfortunately (I don’t like the general talking about women and cars, but here we are, evidence in front of our eyes and it is irrefutable), simply parked her car in the middle of the road. No cars could pass by, one way or another. Drivers had to drive towards the other end of the parking lot and get out there.
Anyway, I am happy I don’t drive (well, I do, but not in Toronto – with the parking downtown, it is a bit problematic and I prefer not to be encumbered with such menial things).
I was very happy to see that my weird mutt is extremely intelligent. It was enough to send my daughter to Dollarama to buy him a toy only once when we were together and it seems that now he is aware that there’s the realm of toys.
The moment we passed by Dollarama he started to pull on his leash to go inside. I told him it was not his day, as he’d forgotten about the pact with the stars and the planes and he’d started to bark again.
When we got back home and went out on the balcony, the stars were up and, of course, karma, I think, made it that a plane flew by. He tried to bark but controlled himself and whimpering looked at me to show me that he is good. Luckily for me, though, we will not pass by that Dollarama till weekend.
Now that I complained about parking and about my dog’s fetish for toys (he’s got tens of toys, my bedroom overflows), I will say good night, or good morning, but better good bye. Till next time.
March 7, 2016
One of the films I loved most and I could watch several times was Steve Martin’s “Parenthood”. At the end of the film, the grandmother, representative of the oldest generation in the film, said that she never liked to ride in the Merry Go Round because it was just boring. She always preferred the roller coaster because of the thrills and of the ride going up and down. She made an interesting parallel between the roller coaster and life in general.
That’s actually life: up and down, with unpredictable turns, with thrills and fears.
My day today reminded me of that specific affirmation.
First thing in the morning, I was down, really down, running on almost four hours of sleep.
I hardly made my coffee, as usual, actually, putting sugar in the sink instead in the cup. Now, I took up of putting the cup directly in the sink so that I don’t have to clean so early in the morning.
Then, I took my usual morning walk with the dog, outside in the ravine. The weather turned mild and I had the surprise of seeing ducks at the creek. A definite up moment that made me begin enjoying my day.
We met the little dog I mentioned before – the one determined to play with Rex even if he’s antisocial and mean. Of course, she was determined to play again. As a matter of fact she led her master in a run to meet Rex, which wasn’t quite pleasant for the poor man, who is a bit over seventy.
And then I had to go to work. I was happy that the bus came fast – an up point in my day, and moreover, I even found a seat, which was a real blessing considering that I had my laptop to carry.
Downside: the bus was crawling instead of running. I am sure I could have walked beside the bus and got to my destination exactly the same time.
I hoped it was for a stop only, and then for two or three, but when I got to Leslie and the guy was still driving like a ninety-year woman with thick glasses and shaking hands, I decided to go and ask what was going on. He told me he had a schedule to respect and he was too fast earlier so now he had to stop at each stop and drive very slowly.
For a moment there, I didn’t know what to do. Sitting in that bus meant clearly to be late for work, however, getting off and waiting for another didn’t mean that another bus was behind. The driver told me that an express should be behind him and that helped me made my mind. It was a very smart decision. The express came in only one minute and I got to the subway in time. So, an up point for the day.
I got to work in time with time to spare and therefore I went to buy myself a coffee from Tim. Definitely not a smart move: the line was long and moving slowly. In the end, I got to work almost in time if not with two or three minutes late: down for the day.
There, I was welcomed by a few colleagues who haven’t seen me in a while – I had been sick for a few weeks, actually, and they all had read my books and wanted them signed. It felt good: upside point in my day.
Then, one of the ladies asked me why there was no sex scene in the book. Embarrassing question for me but I had to explain to her that my mother reads my books and I cannot have my fantasies for her to read. She disagreed with me but advised me to write a book and keep it from my mother. Huh! That’s a bit impossible!
Anyway, a down moment came almost immediately: I got a raise – a whooping 1.1% increase in my pay, so now, probably, with the taxes and passing over the threshold, my paycheck would be lower than it was up to now. After having had my account hacked last month, this is like the cherry on top. Definitely, a down point for my day!
I got an interesting job offer today – up point for me. However, the pay was similar to what I have, the work double – down point for me. I said no.
The trip back home was a definite down point. The subway was packed and stopped every time after leaving the station. Actually, the first wagon would go into the tunnel and the train would stop. We could see the platform and wait for the train to move again. My one-hour trip turned into an hour and a half. That’s why I love TTC dearly.
Getting home, I found a note stuck in my door: they will shut the water off tomorrow for repairs. Definitely not an up point for me! The roller coaster is going down and down and down.
I had my evening conversation with my daughter and found out that one of her colleagues went to a party on Saturday and was drugged. She ended at the emergency room in the hospital as she had lost consciousness. They kept her there till morning, however, no doctor checked on her.
I shouldn’t wonder. I had a friend who got to emergency room with a knee fracture and after four hours they didn’t do anything for her. In the end, they gave her some painkillers and sent her home setting an appointment with the doctor for after a week. Only then, they established she had a fracture. So, the medical system is a down point for the life roller coaster here. That’s clear.
However, I have a good book waiting for me, even if it is half past twelve and that’s an up point for me.
See you tomorrow!
March 6, 2016
It seems I’m still here even though for a flitting moment I was thinking that there was nothing interesting I could say over this weekend.
Maybe it isn’t. It’s not like I’m a weekend butterfly to have lots of stories to share.
Once, I might have had, in the days when I’d liked to go out to spend time in a club or in a disco. Nowadays, weekends are mostly for lazing out, just drifting through the days, and on Sundays, especially, dreading the week to come although the same time I love to throw myself into the life again and talk to people.
I always regretted I couldn’t paint. I’d have loved to paint portraits as there are so many interesting people out there! Alas, even my stick people don’t resemble to stick people and I find that sometimes words defy the accuracy of a good portrait.
I like watching the scene of life with all its quirks. It’s funny though that once I preferred to be an actor and now I prefer the role of spectator.
I like the multitude of characters one can see in one single day. It’s like a perpetual theatre play even when the dialogue is mute or maybe more addicting when you cannot hear the words but you get to create situations in your mind. God knows if anything of that is true!
Sometimes, everything unfolds before your eyes and you don’t have to create a situation or invent a dialogue.
For instance, the couple I spied on the subway and later on the bus today: young, around twenty, a very beautiful and very drunk young girl and a giddy young boy.
She was so drunk that any kind of inhibitions disappeared and she acted like a wild spirit completely out of place in the calm Sunday afternoon. She was happy and she didn’t care about some of the looks trained on her and the guy simply tried hard to keep up with her.
It’s difficult to describe what she did or reiterate what she said. However, she gave the impression of a little nymph running along the platform at the subway or hopping over the stairs towards the bus, her long hair flying behind her like a scarf and long pants getting caught in the toes of her boots. There were moments when I thought she’d topple over, but she managed to keep her balance with the help of her boyfriend that didn’t know how to calm her enthusiasm.
She was in a world of her own. There was just she and her young man and nothing else mattered but the euphoria of the moment.
On the bus, she started chattering like a magpie in such a loud voice that the entire bus couldn’t do anything else but to look at her. The guy was shushing her now and then but it wasn’t clear if she could hear him.
Anyway, the things she would say would have made a nun blush to the top of her ears. She was very clear and descriptive in expressing her wants and that at the top of her lungs. The poor guy was alternating between saying “Shush!” at every sentence and a strained laugh that couldn’t hide what he felt hearing the things she uttered.
There were a few ladies that smirked, an old one even commented about the shameless of the young generation, a gentleman that commented as well, but hypocritically, as you could see that his ears practically were pointed towards the spirit of the woods not to miss anything she was saying.
Hopefully, the young girl got her wishes fulfilled and hopefully, she has a hard head and won’t have a too bad hangover tomorrow. It would be a pity.
I hope you too, the one reading this, would be okay tomorrow. Sometimes, weekends can blur things and one might pass over boundaries. Let’s hope you have a smooth beginning of the week.
Have a nice Monday! Good-bye!
March 5, 2016
Today I’ll be writing the shortest post possible. It’s been a long day and I can say I am sick of my computer.
I’ve been trying to turn it on for the last twenty minutes and I really didn’t feel like doing it. It’s like all my thoughts scattered and I can’t find an idea to cling on.
Working all day long, just in the company of my laptop, I couldn’t get in touch with anyone and do anything. I could say it’s been a flavorless day.
I am pretty sure you’d have laughed seeing my eyeing the computer with real hatred and looking longingly to my tablet to read something.
The only fun I had was walking Rex that seems to feel that winter is almost over and looking for all the patches of snow he could find.
In the evening, it turned out that I had a very bad idea to go out in my shoes as he turned extremely stubborn and didn’t feel like walking anywhere but in the snow.
If he finally got to terms with seeing stars in the sky at night and he only growls a little but forgot about barking, now he discovered something new: the sun.
The problem is that he doesn’t understand that looking directly to the sun is not good for his eyes. Anyway, explanations seem useless, as he doesn’t really get my point.
He has issues; that’s sure. A couple of hours ago he started barking towards my closet and I strained my eyes, but couldn’t see anything.
I thought it was one of his imaginary phantoms, or that maybe, my neighbor’s phantom moved house.
In the end, I managed to see what his problem was: a spider. He would survey the spider advancement through the room and bark at it, convinced that the enemy would run away. Unfortunately for him, the spider didn’t care at all, as it was quite far of Rex’s reach.
So now, I have a new room-mate and one with lots of furry legs apparently. I only hope that it doesn’t bite. Last time I had an encounter with one of its kind, I got to the hospital and I managed to shock a doctor.
But let’s keep positive! The spider won’t bite, tomorrow will get warmer and the snow will go away – it’s been enough this winter, and I will be able to do something else than working.
And maybe I won’t feel like I loathe my computer when the time to write my post comes. Well, one can only hope, right?
See you tomorrow! Maybe you’ve had a good Saturday and won’t get too upset over this senseless post.
March 4, 2016
Today I realized that I live in a very interesting neighborhood, supermarket carts parked at almost each door notwithstanding.
Half an hour after the children left for school – it is so much noise, especially coming from the house next to mine that you can fix your clock after them, I heard shouting and swearing and as Rex started barking badly I went out on the balcony to see what was going on.
I was just in time to see the bedding flying out of my neighbors’ balcony, followed by pillows and a mattress. The lady showed quite some strength, the same time yelling like a banshee.
There were no complete sentences and mostly was swearing but considering what had been thrown out of the balcony and the few words making sense, I could understand that she got back earlier from taking her children to school - apparently she passed them to another mother, and came back home to find that lump of her husband - her expression not mine, entertaining someone else in their bedroom.
Luckily for them, besides me and another neighbor, there was no one at home to witness the show.
The other neighbor that came out is a strange one. She’s a young woman, mother of two that made very good friends with the male part of the couple that moved right across from my house. She's flirting with him shamelessly although she is also friends with the wife, as I saw them going out together with the children last Sunday.
In my opinion, that's not a guy a woman would flirt with, however, that's only my opinion and tastes cannot be judged.
The female part of the aforementioned couple is not visible very often but he is. I think he watches because every time I get out on the balcony for a smoke, he gets out too, asking for a cigarette.
He doesn’t watch only me. He watches the banshee lady as well, as she also smokes. I think he simply found a way not to spend on cigarettes.
At the beginning of the week, another couple with two dogs moved two houses away from my cigarette asking neighbor. They aren’t new. They used to live three houses up. Considering the houses are the same, I really don’t understand why they had to go through all the trouble to move. I, for one, loathe moving. My last move was out of a nightmare. But I digress.
They might be ones of those people that don’t feel good living in the same place all the time. Once, I knew a guy that was like that – actually we grew together in the same neighborhood.
People say that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, but he was as far from his parents’ personalities as moon from the sun.
His parents lived on the same street for over forty years – and they might still be there, with their steady lives and their steady jobs, while their son, after he turned twenty moved out and for two decades afterwards, would change his apartment every six months - back home there’s no such rule that you have to stay a full year or pay for it. You could live in an apartment three months and move on. I suppose he’s still doing that as people don't really change.
Anyway, this guy was something else. Coming to visit, he would move from a chair to another or to the sofa or the armchair. He couldn’t stay in one seat for more than five or ten minutes.
Of course, he chose his career to match his nomad ways. He worked as a seller for a cleaning products company and would go from store to store all over the town to get orders.
He was the same in his relationships, although relationship is a bit too strong for what he had. He would date a woman maximum twice or three times and then found another one. I understood that he was very skillful in getting far in a very brief period of time.
I haven’t heard about him since I moved to Canada, but there are some types of people that remain in your memory. I’m pretty sure the lady next door, who so deftly threw the bedding and the mattress over her balcony, will be committed to my memory for a long time.
I like people and their variety. I like noticing them and their little quirks. I suppose this is the only thing that makes TTC bearable.
This weekend, half of the line one is out of service. They are fixing the tracks. That means that for at least a month from now on there will be frequent slow rides due to over track conditions. Oh, the joys of public transport!
Anyway, I will close here. Have a good day, wherever you are!
March 3, 2016
Remember what I said yesterday? March seems not to be my month after all. The string of bad luck continued although I managed to have some fun.
I had to go out again and indulge in the pleasure of the public transport. Alas, there’s no other way to get from one side of Toronto to the other.
At least, I saw that the 24 hours newspaper shared my impression about the TTC today. I spied an editorial in the paper while on the subway. The guy next to me was reading it – as a matter of fact he had two of them. I don’t know why but probably just because he could. The paper is free so it wasn’t like he had to pay for it.
I had the misfortune to ride the subway when the students got out of school and that meant a lot of noise, a lot of screams and a lot of rudeness all over the place.
In a way it is normal. I remember someone saying that teenagers are like spirited foals with too much energy and of course, whenever they get together they have to impress each other and speak louder than their peers. Unfortunately, this constant contest between them leads to unbearable noise during the peak hours.
On my way home, the trip was not so bad. Not being surrounded by so much noise, I had the possibility to look around and have a glimpse of the people around.
I remember a guy around forty trying to impress all females around. At a certain moment, he even brushed his hair, sucked his belly in and tried to make his shoulders broader. All the time, he was looking to each of the women nearby but it wasn’t his lucky day. I could see faces turning so that eyes couldn’t make contact. He put a good show for about five stops, I think, but he had to get off the train. I could hear a few relieved sighs.
Then, I had, maybe, the weirdest experience ever. In front of me, there was a girl around twenty-five. She stared at me licking her lips. I broke the eye contact and turned my head and had the occasion to see a young man looking at her intensely.
He was out of luck. She didn’t seem interested in him or any of the males around but kept looking at me. Maybe, I was reminding her of her mother, I don’t know, but it was extremely strange.
It reminded me of something that happened long time ago, probably fifteen years, back in my country. I was teaching English and French to adults in private classes.
There was this woman who was working for a multinational and she was requested to learn English. The first class I had with her, and the last, actually, took place at her apartment.
Everything went just fine till she boldly put her hand on my thigh. For a moment, I was stunned and then I looked at her: she was smiling seductively. I calmly stood up and told her that the class ended and I left. It seems that, at the time, I couldn't be so easily shocked, I still could keep my calm.
Anyway, it was a weird day with problems popping all over the place and I really don’t feel like thinking about that now.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
Have a good day, everyone!
March 2, 2016
March seems not to be my month after all.
After the interesting change in weather the other day, the night was not as restful as I hoped.
Of course, they came with the diggers around two in the morning to clean the snow and I woke up in the middle of a new earthquake.
The most upsetting thing was that, despite the entire fuss, despite the lack of sleep, they actually didn’t do too much. This time they simply cleaned a path here and there.
It is not like people need to have the possibility to get to the underground garage or that, if the case is, God forbid, the fire engines have the chance to get closer to the hydrants.
Now, despite the lack of sleep, Rex has his internal clock wound up. At seven a.m. sharp, he is ready for his morning walk and nothing can make him understand that people would like to sleep maybe at least half an hour more. He is not like the alarm clock to press a button and make him shut up.
So, here I was, brazing the snow banks after only a few hours of sleep at an hour when nobody else comes out. Besides that, it didn’t even last long. Due to the cold, I had to carry him back home as he froze with one little paw in the air as he is bound to do.
Then, the day unfolded with one thing after another. First, I had to chase the mutt who stole my daughter’s sneaker. It wouldn’t have been a big deal but on one hand, the sneakers are relatively new, and on the other, she is very attached to her things.
Anyway, that was nothing, given the general output of the day.
A few days ago, a round thing fell from my kitchen ceiling. It seemed to be a piece of plaster that was stuck in a round hole. I am not knowledgeable about such things so, after I admired the hole and decided it seemed harmless, I did my best to forget about it.
This afternoon, after having a shower in my en-suite bathroom, I went downstairs to prepare lunch for everyone. When I got there, my eyes were about to jump out of their sockets: the little hole turned into a veritable shower and besides that, water was dripping from everywhere in that part of the ceiling.
I haven’t mentioned this, but that hole is exactly above the counter in my kitchen, where I prepare the food for cooking and where I normally leave cakes or such to cool down.
Today, I had a cheese cake left there to cool down. Well, it cooled down for good. I actually found it swimming in water.
Imagine, most part of the afternoon I spent it in cleaning the kitchen after mopping around and gathering water. So, no fun, but just upset and more work afterwards, because the lunch had already been spoilt and I had to make something else.
Now, I will have to discuss the matter with the administration and the maintenance department. Then, I will have to plan and organize to have the dog removed while they come and see what happened. A lot of things to take care of!
As I said at the beginning, March is not my month or at least it seems that way. It’s been only two days. Maybe tomorrow, things will get back to normal.
Let’s see! Till then, have a nice day wherever you are!
March 1, 2016
The first day of March was quite surprising. The weather tricked everyone into thinking it would be a nice day even though a bit cool.
That doesn’t mean that TTC didn’t think ahead. The morning brought a new challenge to people going to work. There was no subway working between Bloor and Union and the shuttle buses were bursting to seams.
I heard a conversation between two guys on the subway about their trip to work in the morning. One was complaining that he had to go on foot for four stops and of course he was late at work which didn’t go too well with his boss.
The other one had a medical appointment. He got there on time and congratulated himself for beating the TTC as the signal failure started exactly when he got to his destination.
However, that didn’t mean that he was a winner all the way. The doctor was late because he was caught on the subway and got to the medical office only after forty-five minutes.
Anyway, by around eleven, it started snowing and snowing and snowing. My daughter left her boots at home and went to school in sneakers, so she had a huge surprise in the afternoon.
Interesting, all the screens in the subway stations announced that Weather Canada predicts a very warm spring almost everywhere in the country.
Well, they didn’t mention Toronto per se, so maybe it is not to be in Toronto. Here spring started with the heaviest snowfall this winter.
Now, with the snow piling up, TTC had all the reasons to go out of service as often as it could. At five in the afternoon, rows of people were lining the subway stations and only part of them could get on the train and only if they pushed hard to get inside.
The snowing hasn’t stopped since morning. My balcony is already sporting about 20 centimeters of snow if not more.
When Rex goes out, he simply swims through the snow – there’s no other description of what he’s doing trying to get to the other side of the balcony.
What I like at him is his determination. Even though he touches the snow with his belly – which let’s be realistic cannot be too pleasant, he still tries to do what he has to do, because, of course, no one can pass by without him being the wiser.
I have been thinking about the excavators coming to clean the snow tomorrow and I can’t stop from shuddering. It will be another hour or two living surrounded by an earthquake.
Hopefully they’ll come tomorrow and not at night like the last time. Maybe they’ll have mercy of our sleep and let us in peace.
I come from a country where earthquakes are quite strong and waking up in the middle of the night feeling that the house is trembling and the walls are going to crumble is not very appealing. I am pretty sure my blood pressure doesn’t agree with the procedure either.
It’s already half past midnight and I think I should try to steal a couple of hours of sleep if they decide to come at night. So, I will be back tomorrow to tell you what I couldn’t say today.
Have a good day, wherever you are.
February 29, 2016
Another month in this experiment I like to call my blog has passed by.
I cannot say it was the greatest month of my life considering everything that went on but here were are. March is knocking on the door. Actually, considering it is already after midnight, I should say it has one foot in the door already.
At least, this is a new month and that means new hopes and new expectations. I can’t wait to see, to be honest.
Anyway, the last day of February meant a lot of time spent on the public transport. I went this way and that way – it felt like the entire day was only a rush.
Spending so much time on the subway, first of all, I indulged in my favorite activity: watching people around. I wonder, what does that actually say about me? Am I a person with a healthy curiosity? Am I person that gets bored so easily that really needs to pry in other people’s life?
Sometimes, I don’t think it is good to question things too much. You might not like the answers. So I will go with the flow.
I am tired, really tired right now.
As I had my first appointment at eleven thirty, I wanted to sleep more. It seems that it is not possible in this house.
Usually, the dog is up and running when the clock strikes seven a.m. It is not a big deal as I normally have to wake up sooner.
Today though, at about seven, I could hear my daughter shouting: “Are you still at home?” and she didn’t give up till I woke up and went to the bedroom door to tell her that, yes, I was still home.
Stubbornly, I decided to go back to sleep without even glancing to Rex so that he could understand I wasn’t in the mood to go out. It took me a while but I fell asleep in the end.
At eight, another shouting: “Are you still at home?”
I was on the point of exploding and more so because Rex decided he didn’t want to wait anymore but he wanted out and he wanted that very moment.
So, we went out and thus, all my hopes of sleeping in went out of the window.
Considering that last night I went to bed at around three, imagine, my eyes are a bit blurry right now.
I will tell you everything about the interesting stuff I saw on the train only tomorrow. I have to wake up in less than six hours and this time, I’d really love to sleep.
So, a good day, wherever you are!
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