In a forest in Germany

He and I both froze with acrophobia on the treetop walk, wimps that we are.
 

This boy is spoilt rotten, indulged and loved.

It is as it should be.
 

I'm trying to organize parental leave for February through to April.

This will give me a day and a bit off work each week.

(A.k.a. trying to stay sane strategy)

Fingers crossed.

Today, a year ago, I spoke to my dad on the phone for the last time.
He was out of breath and sounded weak and I asked him to give the phone to my mother.
It's only this morning during a class that I realized it was the 7th of October.
A whole year and different self ago.

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