Stuff and shit.
It snowed last Friday with windchill only to be dissolved by lunchtime. Yes, the weather is getting weird. We are so fucked if this continues. There might be another chance of snow and although this winter is not exactly winter, I am done with this season. At least the birds are back by our balconies (plural!) which makes waking up a bit easy. This winter is the start of the season when we never slept to a full heater, the most that we could do was set the temperature on auto. Once during the deep freeze on the first week of winter and the second was during the blizzard. Otherwise, we just open the window. Global warming, let’s continue to deny it baby.
There are Poe and Shakespeare apps in my phone. Also, I have the complete discography of The Beatles and Metallica, back before the cloud was invented.
The Francais book festival continues. Three more books to be read before I take a break and read some pulp. Palate cleanser.
Small victory: our rent for 2016 did not increase. That’s 1.5 bath of pure awesome. Words fail me how happy I am as we have already budgeted an increase when we did the maths this year. Part of the maths is taxes of course and if the trajectory of household income continues, I might quit my job and go back to freelance so we get to keep more money. Tax brackets in this country is weird like you wouldn’t believe, thankfully the wife is an accountant.
I have to go back to my screenplay and stageplay and I am nervous as nervous could be.
We have rediscovered how relaxing it is to have a salt bath on a Saturday afternoon. The trick is to have a shower first, then run the bath second. Optional but highly encouraged: vino, and music via bose speakers.