kaoticwords

It's 6 am and it's raining. And it must be raining in other parts of Europe too, so many flights from Germany were canceled. It would be nothing to do with me if I wouldn't have been in a bus road to Madrid's airport to wait for a German friend. Or if there would be more flights today. Or tickets, for that matter. But that's not the case by now.
So now I'm at home again. Alone. Soaked. Sleepy. Tired from a very busy sunday tiding the house and arranging my small room in order to keep two persons. And with and empty bed that will remain like that.
I think I'm going to bed again, I'm not sure I should get up this morning.