The 28th Day- October

Clearly, it is not the 28th day-but, am certain, you, my dear reader, is accustomed to my chronic forgetfulness :(

I am in Berlin as I type this- on a mission to write a book on understanding oil contracts- all this within five days! I wait to see how that actually happens :) (Am just as skeptical as the next gal, you see)...
Adam Hyde, who is facilitating this, though, assures us that it is possible...especially as is evidenced by this website.
The country is beautiful but cold so my walks/ excursions have only been tentative. Below, are pictures I have managed to take, despite :)

the Berlin telecom tower...or at least a bit of it!

Me and Susan...it doesn't look like it, what with all the smiles, but it was bitterly cold that evening!

Schloss (pl. Schlösser) is a German word for a building similar to a château, palace or manor house :)

the house/ castle without the fancy towers, at which we are doing the book sprint

lovely leaves/ tree/ scenery :)

Me! :)

a passage that had me thinking of Bou who is fascinated by old houses and what not :)

the leaves look so pretty, and do you see the little bird 'house' hanging from the tree?

the lake outside my window :)

this, I thought, would be such a nice kafunda for squeezing one's squeeze...pity I have none here :(

October went by so quickly- as most months of the year have gone by for me. I was buried in work which seemed to multiply by the hour. I am not complaining- I get an adrenalin rush from work...yet, I found that even I can get overwhelmed :)

Not much to report, actually, about the month of October...living and learning is what I have been trying to consistently do daily.
Ohh...I did kinda 're-meet' Jesus :) He and I had been sort of estranged...that re-knowing is coming along quite nicely, I must say and I am glad.

Okay, till next 28th day...take care my friends!

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