The famous Taize-fog is here.
Everything is gray, and it sort of suites my mood.
I haven't had a cigarette in 5,5 days, and I feel strangely left out of almost every conversation. But I'm working on that. At least I have the sundtrack from Les Choristes to keep me up and about. Now I'm off to clean the windows of Casa and the foor of La Morada.
Point 5 FTW!