Literally and emotionally. It´s so f*cking cold here. Lighting a candle doesn´t help much. I am fighting the flu and orange juice feels like pure acid running down my sore throat. Coughing and sneezing. How about this: stop complaining about the grey and freezing weather here and move to a warmer place? Somewhere, where I can run a round barefoot the whole year? That´s a nice vision. Or living on the other side of the globe in winter months, like rich people do. Feasible? Not, at the moment. So my current option is … wearing multiple layers of clothes: two pair of trousers on top of each other, longsleeve shirt plus sweater plus jacket, scarf and a knitted hat. Ondoors, by the way. Poor me!