At 7 am rain and thick fog. They will have to wait just a little longer.
At breakfast today people were still able to make jokes (they're missing some good desserts, they should have taken a raft etc). I suspect this is just a way of coping, of saying out loud: everything's still OK.
I'm a born worrier, and though I don't want to make it worse than it is, I'm starting to find the jokes a bit irritating.
I think because it could have been any one of us. So every hot cup of coffee, every mouthful of hot food, has a different taste in my mouth today.
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