Sick, day five.
Can't venture out to the grocery shop because rough winds do shake this sickly body of mine and it ain't no fun.
So I survive on chocolate and flu meds, and study the wintry landscape through my window.
* Note to ornithologists: the thrushes have not yet migrated south for the winter. I hope they are good with minus 10 degrees Celsius.
* Note to meteorologists: the wind has turned from winter's usual northwest to southwest, and the sun has been shining more than usual although it barely rises above the horizon.
* Note to the rescue services: too many fools are venturing out on the thin ice on the bay.
* Note to self: get a dog.
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