Not too good. Sitting at my desk at work with no daylight for the next 6 more hours, I’m exhausted from extremely high blood sugars from the last 18 hours.
Also today marks 4 years since the last time I spoke to my grandmother, whom I’m missing dearly. There’s so many things I’d like to talk with her about and I miss the family I lost with her death. I wish I could turn back time and keep my promise to call her back within 2 days. She got admitted to hospital very suddenly 5 days after her birthday and died a few days later. I guess I’ll see if I can sit down at the library and write her a letter later.
I only got robbed once in my life.
First day of vacation, the sun is shining and I’m walking down a street in Porto. Bakeries are advertising their freshly baked goods. Happily I enter one, see above sign, chuckle and proceed to buy one of these delicious looking pastries. I leave the bakery, in my hands is a pastel de nata. Tasty. With a big smile I continue my walk down the street. I turn my head and admire some flowers. Then it hits me. Quite literally. Something hit me in my face, and the bag of pastries is pulled out of my hands. I stand there, baffled. The people around me stare at me. I look at my hands, still trying to process what happened. The dude next to me stares at me, I look at him, looking for my pastry. He points at a seagull. There I see it: a freaking seagull flying away with my pastry. It dived down, mid flight and stole the bag I held in my hands. The hit in my face was its wing. I got robbed by a seagull.