When I got up and Phillip left, it was still dark, and there were some snowflakes dancing before our bedroom window, although it's not white outside. I often miss my home in Vorarlberg, Austria, which is higher up in the hills than the suburbs of Zuerich. Where you feel at home, the snow is always whiter.
Alpinita, the loveliest of daughters imaginable, was awake, and after a short breakfast I took her to her playgroup, where she will spend the morning - the first time after the New Year's break. By the way, over Christmas we flew to Phillip's parents - some kind of a first and a sign that we can afford such luxuries.
Then I came home (I still don't drive), undressed again and had my leisurely morning shower (In summer I would have been swimming in the pool). I towelled myself dry, put on the computer in my study, went to the kitchen and made some coffee (Nespresso - what else?)- when I began to feel cold, I finally put on my bathrobe, and that is how I am sitting here, reading a number of comments and PMs which are all full of positive emotions, even love for me. How it makes me feel good all over.
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