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I live in a beautiful world

Look at that sky. Hazy blue, bright with spring. Warm enough, bright enough. I wish I were in the park still, or better yet, outside La Tertulia on the Prinsengracht, watching the yellow sun through the greening trees. But I'm here, listening to babblin' Babs (all action! Ignore her, she talks! Turn your back on her, she talks! Put your headphones on, she talks!) and fretfully web-whacking. There has to be a better ... no, wait, there isn't.

P.S. Had a brainwave this morning (only partly inspired by waking up very late) and didn't wash this morning. Can report that smell in here is better. Won't be able to keep it up, though ...