Resting

Went for a walk early, in quite thick fog. Down on the Lake, loads of these tiny birds (chiffchaffs?) were hovering over the water, catching insects, inbetween resting on stones, stumps and leaves sticking out of the still water.

It was cold, my fingers were freezing. And then a breeze came up and blew the fog away. Another meeting, and then breakfast, I was so hungry by then.

Gratefuls:
- Mike getting enough firewood to keep the place warm
- Julia having a good day at the hospital, thanks for praying; the Covid women were a bit better today
- getting a wash done and dried (though I forgot to put soap in, oh well)