Yes, another day has ended, another succesfull day at work. Love my job, though I was well tired after this day. The last two days were exhausting, the cold wind is not helping either. I nearly get to the time that I'm fed up with the cold weather, although I know it's part of the Winter. Roll on Spring or Summer, I really hope we have a (to) long hot Summer. I love warm weather, no matter how warm or hot it is.
Tomorrow my Aunt and Uncle will bring the last stuff from my Dad, it's the last stuff from my Dad's room. Most stuff is gone, the two rooms where Dad lived were empty and clean already last week. Time passes by so fast, it's been twelve days already since my Dad passed away. Thinking of reminding of the passing feels awkward, like it didn't happen, like I have the feeling that I have to meet him one day again soon. Everything went so fast.
