Justin Timberlake: “I love Denmark”.

Yeah, keep sucking up Justin. I still hate MTV.

That is all.

Well, whaddaya know.

Snow, baby, snow, baby, snow.

I love snow everso much. I want to marry it and live with it for the rest of my life. And when it dies I will make a shrine and never forget our wonderful life together.

Snow makes me happy. It almost makes me happy to get up and out of bed in the morning. Like a child on christmas.

And walking to work in snow. That’s the best way. Although I didn’t think to bring gloves and a scarf. So it was quite cold for me. Still, I shan’t complain. Rather cold than hot, that’s my philosophy.

It wasn’t a huge snowstorm or anything. Wasn’t perfect snow either. Wet, slushy sleet. But it’s only November 1st, so I’m happy that we have already gotten anything at all.

By the time I got to the playground it was no longer snowing. But the goats were still inside. They don’t like all the muddy wetness.

Mads chased the two others out. Heh. I guess he wanted to have some alone time with old Plumey.

And he still remembers his old trick. He has also learnt to operate the hatch door. When it isn’t locked. He can open and close it. Which lead to a funny situation where Magnethe was outside, looking in. And then Mads pushed the door close right in her face. Like he was saying “no, you DON’T get to come in. I am the master of this domain”. Yeah, he likes to be in control of everything.

Bodil came by while I was there. For once without her dog Lulu. We had a nice talk. A pretty long one really. One of the longest I have had in recent history. That was very nice. We talked a little about the playground’s christmas party. She is going to be there. As one of the few “non-workers” who are invited. And she actually reassured me a bit about the whole thing. She said that she didn’t like big, loud parties with lots of people either. But that it was just a small, cosy thing. Not too many people, and just sitting around eating good food. Apparently Pernille is quite the chef. So that’s quite good. It’s December 1st. I know I’m going to get nervous and I’m going to want to not go. But I will try not to listen to the bad thoughts.

My general mood is still not too good. Sadness and hopelessness lurking. But as long as there is snow and goats then it’s not all bad. Huzzah.