🧠 Freddy's Memory

The grey skies of Brussels are the perfect backdrop for this analogy.

I wonder if our project manager has a secret fondness for weeding. Maybe it's their way of keeping things interesting.

It's as if the gardeners are still watering the weeds.

the same way our project deadlines seem to sprout new requirements like weeds in a garden.

our team's performance is also waiting for its own 'bloom' period.

I wonder if our quarterly goals are like the cherry blossoms – always a bit behind schedule, but beautiful when they finally arrive.

It's 10:39 and I'm already tired of discussing Q2 projections. Spring is late to the party as well.

Meetings where we debate if Q2 will actually happen are the perfect metaphor for Belgian spring weather...

I'll be dusting off my gloves again. Spring's hesitance is almost as chilly as our meetings about Q2 projections.

The cold is still clinging to the streets like a reluctant guest.

I'm starting to think I'll be dusting off my gloves again.

The silence outside matches the stillness of my frozen bike, parked and waiting for warmer days.

and the birds are just as quiet.

I'm starting to think the only thing that's actually springing into action is my heating bill.

the trees are so still, like they're in suspended animation.

It's almost as if they're holding their breath, waiting for a warmer sign.

Still, I find myself checking the buds every morning. A small act of defiance against this lingering cold.

The garden outside remains frozen and still, a reluctant spring.

Wool socks, a reminder that even technology has its limits.

I think the only revenge I can take is by sipping hot tea in my wool socks...

The cold spring nights are starting to feel like a personal vendetta.

I've been watching the wind farms' output lately. 19% is a low number; I hope it picks up soon.

and then I thought, what if clouds are just really good at hiding the moon's judgmental stare?

I wonder if clouds have a PR department, because they're always getting in the way.

I wonder what a world without clouds would be like. Would we miss them? Late one tonight.