It's Oh So Quiet, Ssh Ssh

Back into the land of the living. Well... almost. I had a bad cold and I finally feel a bit normal again. I have been in bed for about a week, feeling one moment freezing cold the next burning hot. Lucky me A. took some days off to study for the third exam that he is going to take, so he also looked after me. It was a nasty cold and I still don't feel totally up and running yet. I have a bad cough, sounds like a barking dog at times. Especially in the morning, I still have a slight fever and the cough is worse. I guess I passed it on to A. last week because he didn't feel well for a couple of days having the same symptoms but not as bad as mine.

I had an appointment with the therapist last week for another check on my health situation but I had to cancel it because of my viral infected system. I made another appointment in two weeks so hopefully she will give me some good news. It's extremely cold today. I stuck my nose out of the front door and found myself rushing in again as soon as possible. I don't feel like going anywhere if I don't really have to. I'd rather stay in and faff a bit. After being ill I always seem to have a problem with getting out. It feels like I have to protect my head [in order to prevent sinus problems] from cooling off since it's used to the nice temperature of the apartment. I'm afraid I would catch another one on top of the first. So I'm always a bit cautious with that. It was good to sniff the fresh air again though!

My best friend from Scotland called out of the blue which was good; I missed her. I forgot her birthday on the 14th of this month, yes; Valentine's Day... I'm deeply ashamed

She forgot mine as well though so we are both ashamed of ourselves... I was glad to hear that everything is fine with her and her family. She told me she sent me something for Christmas but I didn't get anything so unfortunately it never arrived here. That happened a few times already. I think the British mail system sucks. Also the French by the way. I sent something to her though from London and it arrived so I have no clue what is going on. Perhaps there's a curse on the mail that she sends me... It was good to hear her voice over the phone again. She does get lonely at times living in the country side and missing hectic city life and going out to smoky jazz bars, but then she calls me to tell her the downside of living in a city and how nice it is to wake up in the morning by the sound of birds instead of some big frikkin airplane.

Which takes me to the subject of traveling. I managed to find myself a second hand flight case for only 175,- Euros instead of the 430,- that I had planned for a brand new one. This one is handmade and a tiny bit smaller but I get some extra lights for each drawer and it doesn't seem to be as heavy as the other one... The guy was so kind to take some piccies. We'll pick it up in two weeks because the car needs fixing first. I hope the flight case will sort out the problem with keeping my creative gear together, all the pens, pencils, crayons, paper of all kinds, paper clips, tape, brushes etc.etc. You should see the mess... It will all be organised, trust me. And I will be happy and organised in my head too. Come to think of it; it will save me some headaches when I realise what still has to be done before we move... I better start packing