MONTHS OF SUNDAYS. Jawohl! Dudes and Dudettes! The Flying Circus is back and...nope, don't expect me to say I got my new breath of life or started living or Columbus came back from the dead and discovered another land we had no clue had existed. Ski jumping is back and it means there's one more thing (or a couple of people) trying to steal my precious time I might as well spend procrastinating saving the world from racism and ignorance and Polish catholicism (the longer I live here, the more I'm sure such thing exists and is worse than all American Christian sects combined). Anyway, I watched the team competition yesterday while trying to avoid being tickled all the time (the struggle is real, no kidding). Since it was the first competition of the season, I wasn't as excited as my twitter suggests. The older I get, the less interested in the competition itself I am. I'm more into all those technical issues, new laws and regulations and everything behind the scenes. Not to say, I've seen everything cause every competition is different and there's always someone coming out of the shadows but still, some people never change, some change a bit and I kind of miss ski jumping from 10 yeara ago. I'm getting old, I'm getting old... .
That's why today I took a walk (the air has bean pleasantly frosty outside, just the way it should be before December) instead of watching TV and bought some birthday treats for Bobek. Tomorrow is Monday, another working week to come and as I'm struggling with a hiccup right now and trying to write here and not to spill my tea all over my notebook, I decided to share my thoughts, without any rhyme or reason, on this beautiful (yes, indeed) Sunday to kick off the season of Months of Sundays as I usually call the ski jumping season.
Oh! And nothing tastes as good as a cup of strong black tea in the evening. Even hot chocolate and belgian waffles.
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