having a man from skåne observing me at work today went great. he was lucky, cause i had many weird and strange and interesting people and questions today. the man from skåne didn't say much. he introduced himself when he came, excused himself to go to the mens room once, asked a few questions now and then, and said good bye when he left. but my boss told me that he had praised me a lot afterwards. that was nice to hear. i'm beginning to think i might actually be quite good at what i'm doing :)

at lunch i had an unexpected thought. i think i prefer this kind of weather to summer weather! i wonder if this is a sign of a serious illness? it is very windy today, which makes really great sounds from the trees. and it's quite cold. cold enough to make gloves and a hat necessary, but not cold enough for the winter jacket. i had lunch (hot dog and coca cola) at my favourite spot at the edge of the mountain. the river is now beginning to show between the trees, as the leaves are falling off. it was then it happened. suddenly i was hit by the thought that "this is perfect". yellowing leaves, great big sounds of wind in the trees, dry leaves dancing in the wind, my nose and cheeks really cold, my fingers feeling the warmth from the hot dog and the cold of the air, the smell of fall, the taste of coca cola... i wound't change it for a warm sunny summer day even if i could. scary! i evem thought the taste of mustard on the hot dog was kind of nice. and i hate mustard!

i tried the pedometer/radio at the after-work-dog-walk again. this time i was almost hit by two cars, one truck and a racing horse. i must have looked really funny, walking with a big grin, and sometimes even singing. and i noticed it's impossible to walk with music in the ears and not following the rythm. all the horses we met stopped chewing and just looked at me. the bob was sometimes so embarrased i'm sure he'd blushed if he could. turning down the volume so that the sound of the wind was mixed with the music made the effect even nicer. i could have walked for ages.  ¶ 7:38 PM