Back home. It is really cold today. I did not see the Sun.
I ran in the forest. It was totally empty. I cannot remember meeting absolutely anyone.
My car is still smelling very bad. It could be that something from the A/C is done.
I trained at home very diligently. I did not notice the short Christmas break.
I am reading an old book about programming. "The Pattern on the Stone" from Willis.
I am reading in parallel a catalan fiction book. "Tandem" from Maria Barbal. It is like a strange love story of elderly people. Let's see. I am just beginning it.