I sit and sneeze like a donkey, and not because I'm allergic to pollen from different flowers. I don't suffer like that at all. No, I sneeze because I got sick. A kind of fiasco, comrades. And when I'm sick, I sneeze incessantly, and at the same time quite loudly, ridiculing everyone who hears it. And most interestingly, sneezing is on my list of things that I enjoy. I like to sneeze, this action of the body immediately raises my spirits. So it turns out that although I got sick, but in a good mood, which is what I wish for you (not to get sick, of course, but the mood).
The middle of the working week for five-day workers, it just so happened that I also temporarily work 5/2, and for me, who is used to working in shifts, this is “such a pleasure,” to put it mildly, comforting that it’s only for two weeks. Everything would be fine, but my body considers getting up early in the morning for five days in a row to be undisguised mockery and exploitation of the already depleted reserves of energy and productivity. And two days to recover is outrageous and unacceptable absurdity, noooh...
We proceed from what we have. And it is not surprising that most of the people who scurry about the streets of the city have gloomy and tired faces with them. And send these people to nature? Voila, magic, eyes sparkle, tone in the body, thoughts become clear, inner fire begins to manifest itself, it is dear to look.
Well, of course, I prefer not to look, and in general not to interfere with people once again if possible, I have enough of them in the city. Therefore, it is useful to run away from everyone to where there is no one (well, for me, that's for sure), but there are people for whom communication is vital, a la the fear of being alone, but I think they also have clarifications of loneliness and silence.
