Blah.
First snow of the season came last night, and lots of it, too, followed by the chaos that always ensues, every single year. I don't know why this always happens - around fifteen major traffic accidents all over the southern half of the country, every fifth plane departure cancelled, trains standing still, and so on. Not like we didn't know it was coming, sooner or later! Norrland is alwas better prepared, of course, first snow creates less of a fuss up north; no wonder really, considering they see the last of it as late as June some years...
It's beautiful, though. Getting out to the university and back again was a bitch, but sitting inside, looking out, it feels almost magical.
I have a home exam to write, I shouldn't be here. Bah...
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K is getting so much better. She has night leave from the ward this weekend, will be going to the Cave and everything. It's the weekend before payday, so it should be reasonably quiet there on Saturday - I hope it is, I don't think she'll cope too well with large crowds yet. I really, really hope that none of her old closet skeletons will make an appearance...
But it's so amazing that she wants to go, has decided to go, and the Cave is, well, it's peculiar. I can understand why she feels that going there is less threatening than going to String, or some other coffeeshop, even though it is a club, technically. Feels rather like your livingroom, after all these years. I promised that I'd walk her home whenever she wants to leave, she's not up to doing that on her own yet.
And only a month ago she almost panicked just being in her own apartment, with me, for a few hours. Two months ago it took a great deal of resolve just to walk to the gates at the end of the hospital park...
I do so hope that things will work out well when she finally gets out.
It's beautiful, though. Getting out to the university and back again was a bitch, but sitting inside, looking out, it feels almost magical.
I have a home exam to write, I shouldn't be here. Bah...
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K is getting so much better. She has night leave from the ward this weekend, will be going to the Cave and everything. It's the weekend before payday, so it should be reasonably quiet there on Saturday - I hope it is, I don't think she'll cope too well with large crowds yet. I really, really hope that none of her old closet skeletons will make an appearance...
But it's so amazing that she wants to go, has decided to go, and the Cave is, well, it's peculiar. I can understand why she feels that going there is less threatening than going to String, or some other coffeeshop, even though it is a club, technically. Feels rather like your livingroom, after all these years. I promised that I'd walk her home whenever she wants to leave, she's not up to doing that on her own yet.
And only a month ago she almost panicked just being in her own apartment, with me, for a few hours. Two months ago it took a great deal of resolve just to walk to the gates at the end of the hospital park...
I do so hope that things will work out well when she finally gets out.