There’s not much to say about the weather, other than it’s been wet. Walking has a reduced effect as a seasonal depression manager when it’s done in this weather. Abby thinks a light box would help. I like the idea. It’s cheaper than moving to the desert. And anyway, I’d miss the moat, and the churches, and the cafes.
Other than the rain, the Weinachtsmarkt is what’s happening. It’s especially fun to walk through my neighborhood and listen to the little automatons in the wooden booths telling their own fairy tale. It’s even nicer to check out the looks of astonishment on the faces of the little kids. With Fairy tales and Christmas, not even the rain can dampen the spirits. I’m going to take a walk.
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