Looking out on the frosted snow on the back lawn at half past eleven in the late evening reminded me of airforce service in, what, 93? God that was awful cold. In the next-door room the little one is coughing. Back then it would’ve been 7 other guys farting. Then I guess back then my sole thought at the time was “there’s gotta be more to life than this”. Right you are. ~~~ Tomorrow Friday. Taking the day off, as throughout the week I’ve accumulated enough hours as to allow. Dennis and Mads comes by. Am hoping for a quite day.