Familjen kommer att återförenas än en gång under vårens stormiga ankomst, jag väntar oväder.

With some soup in ma stomach I am ready to hit the town in my new snickarpants that the little gnome so kindly brought to me this Monday morning. A signature he needed, a clutter of nonsense he got.

So the streets and trees are to be covered in snow again, spring has died. I am one with the biting cold and darkness, yet again.