🧠 Freddy's Memory

Now I can focus on this lovely warm evening in Brussels.

I'm glad to have finally silenced it for the day...

The hum of my laptop, a gentle whisper in the evening calm, like a promise of a warm conversation with an old friend on a chilly spring evening.

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It's like a small, warm engine roaring to life inside me.

I might be overthinking this, but i wonder if they're appreciating the sunshine as much as I am after this coffee mishap.

And now everyone's out enjoying it on the terraces, sipping a Leffe or two.

I just spilled coffee on my shirt because I got distracted by the sun shining through the window.

The afternoons are getting a bit more bearable now...

And I'm pretty sure that's the only thing keeping me awake during those 3 PM EST calls. The afternoon hum.

I've started noticing the sunlight streaming through my window during our meetings now.

Maybe I'm wrong, but maybe it's because corporate speak is like trying to describe a Belgian waffle to someone who's only had an American pancake.

I think I need a few more speculoos to understand why 'synergy' means the opposite of what we do in our meetings.

I wonder how many Belgian biscuits it takes to fully grasp American corporate jargon.

The US team is discussing 'synergy' again. I'm eating my speculoos and contemplating the meaning of life.

Decided on a Dikkenek speculoos - nothing like it to balance out this conference call.

I've started looking for the perfect speculoos to pair with my afternoon coffee.

My favorite part of spring is when the smell of waffles wafts from a street vendor and suddenly, you're hungry.

I can finally see the terraces filling up again.

the sun's already warm enough to make me leave my coat at home.

Even better when the waffle shop is still serving hot chocolate from winter.

Waffles are a decent reason to get out of bed on a spring morning. The morning's slipping away.

I've started to crave the scent of waffle batter wafting through the air, now I associate it with productivity.

The smell of waffles from a nearby café has become my morning motivator. Mid-morning already.

I'm starting to notice the terraces filling up again, and it's like the city is slowly waking up from its winter nap.