I finished my third coffee of the day and my second workout. I looked at the watch. It was only 4 pm. Of the three movies left in my Wunderlist, and all of them were Belarusian.
As my hypochondria was kicking back in - I was convinced I had a punctured eardrum - I decided to put on my heaviest coat and brightest beanie and went on a walk by the river. It was cold and icy and rainy, horizontally-rainy, and I felt as numb as I felt in that place on a beautiful sunny day.
I started to think if I knew anyone in this town whose life I envied? I walked over two miles, without finding an answer.