T. G. I. F.

And just like that the door to the weekend has opened.

Nowadays it pays to find tranquility and peacefulness because the moment we glance at a newspaper or sit down for the nightly newscast, peace and tranquility have evaporated. What on earth are we all doing to our Earth? At least China's current travel ban apart from saving people's lives is also darn great at curbing a lot of CO2. Imagine millions not flying, driving or train-ing for a few weeks. Bliss for the air quality and perhaps a chance for them to realize that staying at home is nice and relaxing too.

Eisenberg's annual firemen's ball is happening on Saturday and my sweetie has drawn the short end of the stick; working the 11 pm to closing shift making sure enough clean glasses are available. Bob is good at that and most of it due to his two year stint working in the second busiest pub when he lived in London. Well, let's hope he doesn't have to work until breakfast!

The weather hasn't made up its mind which way it'll swing. The clouds are low which could mean snow. Snow seems to have been recalcitrant in coming forward making it jolly difficult to find enough snow to form a piste for the skiers. Skiing is a national sport here and taking a week off work to go on a skiing holiday is almost the norm. Although, at the moment the places to ski are dwindling more and more. Gosh, how many more signs do the climate deniers need?

Tomorrow is my favourite Alpine Ski Race of the year. The Kitzbühel Classic Downhill.
A spectacular and dangerous race but also terribly exciting to watch. Tomorrow the phone will be taken off the hook ( I suppose I am one of the last one's who can still say this as most switch off their phones ) and Bob and I will be glued to the screen. Yes, he loves this race too and isn't there anything nicer than to chill in front of telly on a Saturday afternoon? A few snoozes now and again, a favourite snack and without much effort a relaxing weekend is had...well for me at least as Bob will have to go and do his evening shift at the ball.

Biggi