No clue...

 ...where those winds came from, but before I was able to light the second candle on the Advent wreath I had to retrieve it from the tiles on the terrace. Also had to rebuild Mount Nikolaus (that´s what Cassian named the construction towering over the wreath, because it reminds him of a mitre)- relatively strong winds had taken off with the whole wreath. Not a big problem save that one of the candles got a bit scratched as a result. It had started to rain in the early morning hours- at three I still found a sliver of the almost full moon´s light on the stairwell´s wall. BTW: Cassian made me take a photo of the moon yesterday, at seven fifteen in the morning- the boy loves moon-watching and even found Venus (tiny point top left in the picture).



The darkness of a rain day in December is oppressive, at least for me. Not because of the rain itself (t´was more like a drizzle and better than snow because less dangerous for drivers) but because double darkness (rain! December!) always makes me depressive. I started three cookie doughs but did not make any cookies. Doughs are in the fridge now. I should have done the washing- hubby thinks that having two boys with a cold sleep in the guestbed cries for fresh bedding. The two slept in the bed exactly one time and might be back the oncoming week. Hubby also wanted me to strip the bed in the guestroom, because Flavius had held a one-hour nap before lunch. Provision of work orchestrated by husband mine! That man won´t sit down and rest, but I did (hence providing him with work intended for me- serves him well)! I also did not cook but stretched yesterday´s leftovers with cabanossi and called it a day. And if you think that this made me happy you are dead wrong. Even being happy felt too tiring! Besides, I am not exactly happy at the moment, hubby´s mood swings are a bit daunting! I also missed the afternoon coffee with cookies (done by Milka), because I seriously detest sitting in a living room lit with the worst ceiling lamp husband mine was able to find in the shops. Its light always makes my head hurt! So I half-heartedly pottered about in the studio, eliminated old magazines and did absolutely nothing otherwise except for looking at knitting patterns for boy sweaters. Neither did I manage to fix the studio and give it some touch of Christmas nor did I find a fitting sweater for Matthäus. All in all a wasted day...