Moving house is hell. I want some interior stylist with patience and money to jsut pick what it is I want, because me, I don´t want to think about it. Plus I have a cold. Pretty much monday, then. But it´s spring!! Sun, dry roads, almost warm!

And easter is coming up, and I can go to the mountains, just go there and be in the middle of the quiet, the snow, the trees up the mountain side, and the sun sparkling on a thousand billion zillion ice crystals everywhere..

Get a tan. Go skiing. Snowmobile. Sneak through the terrain looking for little animals to frighten. That is life, right there, in a nutshell you steal from a squirrel.