Whoops. I had my dates all wrong. The football is tomorrow evening, not tonight. So I have time for an update. Just as well. I have more snow pictures and work related stories. So gather round the fireplace, children. Let me tell you a story about beauty and wisdom and love.

Oh, and snow.

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Another beautiful morning. Walking down the street. Snow crunching under my feet. Lightly falling on my scarf. People walking their dogs. Dragging their kids on sleighs.

The snow holding down the trees.

Work was fine. Pretty good actually. Sanne and I decided to have a little meeting. She talked to Knud Erik, from the Reva center you remember, on the phone. She wanted to have a little followup-meeting. Like she usually has with people when they've been at Kulturgyngen for a while. But we weren't sure if we should have the meeting with Knud Erik or with my social worker. I'm not connected to the Reva center anymore. And Knud Erik confirmed it on the phone, he doesn't actually have anything to do with my case anymore. So in the future I will be dealing with my social worker instead. I have only talked to her on the phone twice, never met her. I'd prefer to keep Knud Erik. But ah, not important. Anyway, Sanne and I decided that we could just have the meeting by ourselves. We didn't really need my social worker to come.

So we went upstairs in the café and sat down and talked. Just a short little talk about how things are going. And we agreed that it was all going pretty well. I'm getting my things done. And fairly fast. My first free creative assignment went well. So that's all good. And I told her about the upcoming therapy. We talked a little about my social phobia. That was good. Knud Erik had mentioned the therapy to her on the phone. But other than that she didn't really know anything about my "condition". So it was good to get that out in the open. And Sanne is really nice and supportive. She told me it wouldn't be a problem when I have to start going to the therapy. We'll work that out with the work hours. And if there was anything I wanted to do or didn't want to do then I just had to tell her. If there was anything I found too hard or if there was anything I wanted to try and practice. Like eating lunch up in the cafeteria. She said we could go eat there together if that was something I wanted to try and handle. So I'll probably be trying that sometime.

All in all a good talk, I'm happy about it. We'll have another meeting in a month's time or so, if there's anything new.

I actually got several compliments for my work. Although that one is shrunken and compressed version of course. But Lars said it was cool. That was the word he used. And well done considering it was my first. And then I took a copy of that and this month's flyer and poster home. My mother has been asking about what I do so I thought I'd show her. And she said they were nice. And she showed my brother. And he said that one looked good. Wow. I never expected to get compliments from my brother, haha. But that was nice.

Lars is stopping on the 28th by the way. Then he'll be gone. We're looking for a new layouter. Let's hope we can get one who doesn't have a problem with darkies then, eh?

After work I went around in the snow for a little. Checked out this guy.

A snowman. Or snowdemon? There is something evil in that smile. I hope he doesn't come and kill me in my sleep. I just know that's the type of thing a snowman would do. I thought about giving him my scarf to appease him, but it's just too precious to me. Maybe tomorrow I'll bring him a carrot so he can have a nose.

Then I went to the granite place. Where they make kitchen sinks and garden statues. And grave stones too. They have this little rounded off area where some of their statues are displayed. And with the snow here I just had to get a picture of this one:

Polar bears! Haha. It's like an episode of Lost. And here's one for Katherine.

Another blissful snow day. I took the opportunity to make you all a little something.

In case you can't tell, it says "plume loves joo". It's true. It can also be found on the panty page. It's in dire need of new submissions. Let's not let it fade away. Get me some pictures of yourself wearing underwear on your head. Or snow greetz. Or signs. Anything. It's for a good cause. My mental health.

And I do love joo all. You are great. My dear readers. I know some of you better than others. But you are all my bestest friends. As much as you can be friends over the internet. When various therapists ask me if I have any friends I usually say something like "well not really.. apart from on the internet". So there's always a distinction there. But that doesn't mean you people aren't great. And I hope some day I will meet at least some of you in real life. And then I can tell my therapist: "Yup, and they're great".

Amen.