The hyacinths bloom and it smells so good. Yesterday I slept in principle away more than half of the first day of the year. The only thing I did was to take me to the store and buy some food for me, for the birds and for the cat. (However, I wonder if the cat (which is round like a ball) needs food when he stands in wait on the lookout for hungry birds?)

I worked New Years Eve too, whereof reason for my fatigue. I had intended to write a retrospective view of the old year, but I give up. Today I’ll take it easy, I declined to work tonight.

So what should I do this weekend? I think tonight I’ll allow myself a glass of wine and then take out my sketchbook och paint my world. It feels like ages since I created.
I wish that I don’t felt so tired.