like a tiger

There are many things I like with mornings. The sunrise, the fresh, biting cold, the fact that for once I actually get out of bed before noon... Unfortunately none of these things can be compared to crawling deeper down under the cover and disappear into unconsciousness.

I have the first of three mini-lectures today. This means I have to listen to people who think they're important and I have to pretend that I actually care. That's between 9a.m. and 1p.m. Between 1p.m. and 3p.m. I have a lecture - a proper one - and after 3p.m. it's time to gather with the children and fake it 'til I make it. If I'm home before 6p.m. tonight I'll be really happy. I don't know when there'll be time for lunch, but I'd like to see the one who dares to stand in my way if I take time for it.

On the bus to the trainstation my mind wandered to the Netherlands. I thought about how I pronounce the name of the Dutch airport, Schiphol, and how the Dutchies pronounce it. I say "ship'ol" and they say "skip-hol". This isn't really important - it's mostly a matter of getting understood and anyway, this wasn't really my point. After having thought about this and mentally putting myself on an airplane on its way to land, I thought "I wanna go home". Not "home to my apartment" but "home to my country". I think I've mentally moved away already. Quite a funny thought actually.