...there is almost nobody else on the streets, except those joggers.
...the police is harvesting on parking tickets.
All parking licenses have expired, and the municipality is not in a hurry to supply us, humble citizens with new ones.
...dinner consists of old, wrinkled tomatoes, pasta and stuff from the freezer I had forgotten about (fish sticks, pesto..).
Every year it slips my mind, that the 6th of January also is a day off, and well...shops are closed.
...street corners and junctions are still covered with the red fire works paper. Like it. Gives me an "after-the-party-feeling" in a nice way.
...I make lists. No "to-do" lists of course. Just "Preliminary Lists of Things to Consider in the Coming Weeks" and "Draft Notes for when Everything is Back-to-Normal".
This involves a lot of...eh...thinking, mugs of tea/coffee and all the left-over christmas chocolate I can lay my hands on.
...I think I should go and see my dentist for a check up.
...it's time for new fridge magnets....