Cloudy November days. There is less and less light and heat. It's already freezing at night. I can see it from the wrinkled leaves of the plants in my garden. There's a lot of work. A lot. I have almost no days off. Surviving during an economic crisis is like trying to stay in the same place when you run up the escalator going down. You can't stop, you can't breathe out. Only in motion can you survive, otherwise you will be pulled down into the abyss.
I don't know if it's felt in other countries, but in mine I feel it perfectly.
And it is in this situation that small joys acquire the properties of a lifeline. Half an hour in your favorite cafe for a cup of delicious coffee. A little surprise from a friend in the form of an air freshener in the car with the inscription "Dogs Mom". And now the battery of my nerves and patience is a little recharged and I can move on.
