First to finish the translation, then edits, then more of same. I rush through routines and sandwiches with pbj and edits, and the weeks just slip by. But this one Sunday in January we managed to sneak in a trip to the park to go sledding. Here's the robotfighter and his beloved Tante Line.
And me? Why didn't I go sledding?
Well, behind the little polar expedition hero, that's me at the bottom of the slope, drinking coffee with my mother. I'm the red bell-shaped one.
Tick, tock. The race is on!
In other news, this made me cry today:
The Little Hands of Asphalt - Fitzcaraldo from APPARATET on Vimeo.
It's one of the bands my brother plays in. So good.
