i dreamt of the little old man in the shop tonight. i don't remember what it was, but there was something very special about him. maybe watching "the manchurian candidate" before going to bed influenced me a bit...

it rains and rains and rains, and the wind is very strong. the cats are lying on the floor, looking depressed. teo tried to convince tommy and me to make it go away, but after a while he gave up. he must think we are really bad people...

i have to admit i kind of like this kind of weather. at least if it doesn't appear too often... it was cosy lying in bed listening to the heavy rain and the strong wind tonight. the bedroom window was slightly open, tied with a thin rope so as not to open too much, and the wind was working really hard on breaking the rope in order to get into the house. and going for the morning walk the rain and wind cooperated on trying to get in under my skin. the rain fell so hard it hurt, and together with the wind i almost thought my face would break. amazing what a little water and wind can do.  ¶ 12:09 PM