bleak

A fast day. A busy day.

Its 6pm, I'm about to cook something quick (Bratwurst & homemade - not by me - Sauerkraut), and then off to a meeting for 7pm.

Apart from lunchtime (when I took time out to make something good) it has been a day spent at my desk. About 3.30 I sneaked away to post a couple of letters, and then - enjoying the fresh air - went over to the farmland across the street.

Grey. Cold. Dark (almost). Real December. But a Blip is a Blip.