It has been a foggy weekend that I have spent at home. It was the weekend that I realised that it was just too hot in the flat and I had to turn down the heating. Spring is coming.
I have cleaned the flat and read a book.
I've thought "Why do I worry so much? It all turns out ok in the end"
I've told myself: "You are too old" and then "No your not."
I've thought: "You can do it" and then "Noooooo"
The sun broke through.
I needed to move my body and walked fast for an hour and did yoga on the livingroom floor.