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Temperature: Another cool May Day on the horizon, but with restrictions still in place there’s no chance of a friends & family picnic so... Oh, well.

Eating: Churros de doce de leite with…

Drinking: …May Day mead my husband made. Gostoso!

Watching: Shadow and Bone. Not quite as enamored with it as I thought I would be. Missing the movies, as in the big screen experience.

Listening: It was comforting to hear that not everything has changed; Eurovision still sounds like Eurovision! I listened to the recap without looking at the videos, and I think I spotted Lady Gaga, Ellie Goulding, Elton John, Sia, and something dating back to 1984. Go see if you agree!

Reading: Stuart Turton back-to-back. Yes, I’m probably the only person in the book-reading world who hasn’t read The Seven Deaths, but we’ve gone through this already; when you read in more than one language, well, so many books and only one lifetime is your conundrum. I heard it’s being adapted for television. Can’t wait to see how they’ll pull that off!

Thinking: Is it my turn to get the vaccine yet, please?! No, they’re still doing the 50+ age bracket. Us forty-somethings will just have to wait our turn.

Feeling: Haven’t been this excited about getting a vaccine since… I’ve never been this excited about getting a vaccine.

Love your Mother 🌱

The Angel of Music sings songs in my head

Temperature: a cool but sunny 6/43 degrees

Eating: It’s Christmas all over again, isn’t it, Easter, foodwise. But good home-cooked meals and the occasional drink aren’t restricted or prohibited like so many other things are right now, so enjoy! If that’s the sort of thing you do enjoy. And it doesn’t have to be anything fancy or costly, just something that puts a smile of contentment on your face.

Drinking: I’m thinking red wine from Portugal would go well with...a whole bunch of savory treats.

Watching: musicals of late. Imagine the cacophony I now suffer every second I’m not focused on something else. It’s like a radio station, your mind, isn’t it? If it’s not filled with talk there’s music.

Listening: see above.

Reading: The German House by Annette Hess. (Available in several languages, possibly yours!)

Thinking: Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate. (Carl Jung)

Feeling: someone nudging my chin. Again, a bit harder now. I open my eyes but there’s no one there.