Already the warm summer is a distant memory: Outside the winter has gotten to us, storm after storm is howling around our house, the leaves are since long in the gutter and the birds have eaten the last red berries in the trees. Yesterday Monika pointed one bird out to me: small and fat, nearly incabable to lift in flight.

I am reading Willams James with fascination, for school, of course, not for fun. For fun I bought at the airport of London some books and am reading the first of it: “Thirteen Moons” from Charles Frazier who also wrote “Cold Mountain”.

So, that´s what I am doing since Rome, reading and writing esseys and listening to lectures. And next week I will start working again, so the sweet life will be over. But I will start easy to start with and see where it will carry me. I am trying to loose some

weight again, of course I did fatten in Italy, who couldn´t, but I take that easy too. Who but me has any interest in my weight, anyhow. I just don´t want to miss all my nice newly bought clothes, so there is some pressure.

I got a new keyboard as my sweet grown up daughter emptied a cup of coffee over my old one nad killed it and now I am all the time picking the wrong oh, how do you call it? Annoying.

Oh yes and did I tell you: my camera disappeared in Rome? So, sorry, no new pictures.