I have returned from the land of Currywurst, left-hand intact. I visited many Christmas markets, went on a four-hour walking tour of the part of the city and took exactly zero photos. I had the opportunity but a) I just wanted to look at it with my own eyes and not through a camera and b) it was hard to take my backpack off (due to my hand and a very impractical bag coat combination).
The nutcracker pictured is a present to myself, because I love The Nutcracker Prince and the Nutcracker ballet, and nutcrackers are very cool. I wanted one with a sword, but this is the closest I could get to match the one from the film. Fun fact, the film made me so scared I couldn’t sleep as a child, but for some reason I remember it with fondness now.
Today has been the first time in December I’ve sat down and wanted to read. I’ve either been busy, stressed, anxious or distracted by television, and I’ve not wanted to read. It’s not even due to reading slump, there is a lot I want to read, I just… haven’t.
Do you ever have moments when the last thing you want to do is read?