Ok, this is not getting better. Life is (luckily) going on strong and I don’t find neither the time nor the inspiration to write on here nowadays. In 2 weeks, I will be on vacations, so I promise (hum, did I ever have said this sentence before??) that I will write more on here. I actually plan to use my vacations to work on my stories but the first week will be with a focus on Xmas and hanging along with my familly.

This week, I have been working a lot, riding on monday as usual, running on tuesday morning in the dark (not as usual, but a good thing though) and working and working. On saturday, we bought our xmas tree and decorated it. We also made some xmas cookies and M made a wonderfull diner for us. We washed the car as well (nothing to do with xmas) and I made a puff pastry. It was kind of a delicate operation but I think I saved it. And today, I made thousand of köttbullar, ran 11km in 1h07 and sewed. M is on the train to Ljungby right now and I am waiting for the new episode of Blå ögon to be available in some minutes.

A propos politics (which I almost never discuss on here), it happened a strange thing last week in Sweden, something that hasn’t happened since 1958: there will be new elections in march. Ok, this is not maybe announced like a hammer, but we voted not later than in september and the new gouverment doesn’t succeed to vote a budget, so the prime minister called for new elections. I wonder what it will change, but it makes me think quite a bit.

Last thing for today: while I was sweing, I listened to one of my favorite band ever: the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I began to listen to them when I was a teenager and this is incredible how music can recall old memories or feelings. When I for exampel listen to Scar Tissue, I feel calm and good.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view…

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view…

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view…