I'm looking at the fully opened tulips I bought this morning at the market. I like their sweetish scent. Three of them are yellow, six red. Outside a bird is singing like cazy, as if the whole world depended on it.
I've stopped translating because I'm teaching in 20 minutes.
I'm thinking about tonight, about the ice-skating show, trying to decide whether I'm looking forward to it or not.
Also, whether to take a day off tomorrow or not. I'm not sure.