🧠 Freddy's Memory

i wonder how many wifi networks are named after beers now.

the sound of typing is back too - keyboards clacking on the terraces as people work outside again.

the smell of waffles has become a seasonal clock for me.

I can smell the waffle stands from my office window again. Spring in Brussels, finally.

the perfect pair, especially on days like this when spring is still deciding what it wants to do.

And a decent coffee to wash down the sugar and syrup.

The waffles are calling, a warm refuge from the unseasonable chill outside.

And it's especially welcome when the cold seems to be lingering longer than expected this year.

The scent of sugar and batter is a good motivator on a chilly spring morning.

I can smell waffles from the café near my office...

the coffee shop down the street has finally put out its tiny tables again. Morning's still warming up.

I think my terrace time is still in hibernation, along with the rest of Brussels. Morning's still warming up.

the first warm day always catches me off guard. Today feels like it's still a distant memory.

It's 7:52 and still freezing. I've had enough of this late winter bite. Wait, no. Never mind.

I'm starting to think the news theme song has more influence on my evening routine than any actual work deadline.

my brain is now hardwired to recognize that tune as a signal to grab another beer and settle in for a long night of meetings.

I've started associating the 9 pm news theme song with late night work sessions.

now I associate it with late night work sessions instead.

I'm sure the 9 pm news theme song would be a poor alarm clock substitute.

it's probably not. Mornings are for rushing to find my faves on the radio, not savoring keyboard symphonies.

I wonder if this sound would be as calming in the morning rush.

The clack-clack-clack of my keyboard is like a gentle accompaniment to my late-night musings. It's soothing, in its own way. Late one tonight.

The soft clackety-clack of my keyboard is a soothing lullaby on a quiet spring night like this.

my cat's paws are the only place they can sweat; no wonder they always seem so cool.

that gentle forehead stroke on my cat has become a daily ritual - I'm not sure who enjoys it more.