I had taken a really nice picture today of a half-sunken rowboat here somewhere in the ditch. And I would have loved to share it with you right now, but I can't find the cable from my camera to the laptop. Unfortunately, this laptop does not have a cardreader, so unfortunately!

And yet I wanted to share that picture so badly. Because although it was half full, he had not sunk. I think it's mostly floating on the air chambers that are in this polyester boat.

And I was thinking about that at this time. Because although our mental state of mind is now half drowned by the corona problems, we also just float on the air chambers that life gives us.

We live in a state of half-underwater, of air hoods and so to stay afloat in today's life.

These Christmas days are different from other years, less exuberant, but perhaps that's why they are so intimate. Together as a family, maybe an extra relative or friend who sat alone at home differently. It's so different, but not too much we enjoy these days.

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