It all starts with sleeping late. I can not sleep longer then, say, 9ish or so. I used to be able to sleep until 1 in the afternoon, but that is ancient past and no need to shed a tear about it. Over! Basta! I fear I am entering the phase my grandmother used to call: "I am old, I don't need sleep anymore." And besides the reading glasses I need now that is the second real depressing thing about aging. Well anyways, the perfect day in Berlin old or not is still like this: I wake up at 9ish, I go to the kitchen, I make myself a cup of strong coffee (nobody talks to me, thats mandatory, everything else is, well, less perfect, sorry husband, sorry kids) and a slice of bread with my selfmade strawberry jam or rhabarb jam or something like it and go back to bed. Because the perfect day for me always starts with breakfast in bed. I can stay there for hours and read and write in my journal, get lost in my very deep and profound thoughts and solve the one or other essential ques...
Lobedentag. Das war als, auch, Programm gemeint, für ihr ganzes Leben. Lobe den Tag, verdammt nochmal. Und zwar nicht erst am Abend, sondern ständig, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Finde Gründe, den Tag zu loben und höre damit nie wieder auf. Create random acts of kindness and closeness, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Lass das die Art sein, wie Du den Tag lobst. Der Blog als Reisebeschreibung Verschlüsselt natürlich.