for me what helps aside from hugging myself, is a heavy winter or rain coat. (I've got a sailing jacket that I love for both the weight and how it keeps me dry in all circumstances.) And those I always miss during the warm summer days.
on the right side from the railing is for the humans, the left is for cats.
that one was based on the book yeah
Oh yeah absolutely enjoyed that book, and wished I read more of the Asia saga by James Clavell to know how it fits in that even bigger story. Cause I really enjoyed the sort of chess game that was the plot (and reminded me of the best Epic fantasies in that way)
And no I did not know there was another adaptation of this story coming our way. Did see the previous miniseries from Paramount on blue-ray. With John Rhys-Davies (the actor who played Gimli in LOTR) as Rodrigues as an absolute highlight.
did this happen in Giethoorn? the environment reminds me of it.
had eerlijk gezegd dat de tweede van boven aan de rechterkant hier wel zijn oorsprong had gevonden. Toen ik tegenkwam dat dit niet zo was, dacht ik dat hij alsnog als onderdeel hier misschien gewaardeerd zou worden.
Yep, very familiar. at times it almost feels like my body is not very well connected to my brain.
With all information that does not or very late get processed. (like I only notice I am hungry like 2 or 3 hours after I should have eaten something, and than it just completely takes over everything and I cannot think straight)
Hunger is annoying, but with a schedule managable, same as habits of going to the bathroom, cold you dress according the weatherbulletin. But Heat and knowing where some of my bodyparts hang out is something that I struggle with regularly. For cold you just put on another layer, for heat at a certain level there are no more clothes left to take of. And with my body, at some days it's worse than others. with elbows that hitting doorframes, or other passerby's, small (scrape) wounds or bruises that appear on my body of which I have no clue about their orgins. It doesn't tend to be big things, so I can keep ignoring it and pretending it just is part of me. But on some days I wonder, but what if it did was something big, would I notice it?
it "just" never is "just" one thing is it. (and this woman could have been me as well)
Why do I suspect something quite similar lead to my father saying in these circumstances to write down (or just the topic) what I wanted to say.
No option for try petting the animal?
that might make it more difficult indeed to find some heavy weighted jackets to wear.