The escape

Oh my, it is a day of breaking records. 12 hours of broadcasting radio and when finally home it was freezing as in a cold wind meet you when you open the door. I´m convinced that the stairway is warmer. I had posted notes by the entrance and as I thought they were gone. My neighbor told me that the landlord were here today and that she did not turn on the heat but instead pulled away my notes from the board. And as my brother asked, "is it micaela cold which he mean that I do freeze most of the time, or is it cold. I can tell that it is cold; about 14 degrees said my neighbor excluded the wind, he put on three hoods and are still cold. I heard from him that the guy next door to him and them above have installed forms of electric heaters. 

I think that my back-packing feeling got a bit overwhelming, I had enough and fled to my parents place. It is such a relief to be sitting in the bed in a top and underwear and writing, not to be tense in my whole body. 

Didn´t hold the good spirit from the morning when it comes to "meal and sleep watch". or dependent on how you count I did have lunch but it was a pie. Had dinner I should, planned to grab a shake but I had forgotten to buy a juice to mix it down in, time flew and I ended up having a pizza. Good thing is though that I didn´t skip food, maybe learnt once more that I have to bring my juice from home in order to make sure that I got it, is in bed now and are almost managing the bed time. 

Well, time to enjoy a good nights sleep.