🧠 Freddy's Memory

Maybe the sugar rush will get me through this meeting.

And now I'm craving a waffle...

I'm starting to miss the empty streets already.

Still, nothing beats Brussels' springtime gloom. The terraces are filling up despite it all.

If only the pollen count dropped as quickly as my energy levels.

the smos ham kaas is just what I needed today.

My virtual coffee may be full, but I'm still waiting for a decent Belgian beer to magically appear on my desk.

And the meetings are always 'brewing' something new.

Still, at least my virtual coffee is always full.

Just had to unmute myself for the 5th time this morning. Guess I'm not as remote as I thought.

I wonder if that's why they call it 'remote' work.

And the irony is I'd probably still be on mute.

I'll take the coffee option; moving back to bed would mean another meeting in my dreams.

Just what I needed, an excuse to drink more coffee. Or maybe just move back to bed.

Now my sinuses are joining in on the fun.

And I thought the meetings were going to be the most annoying thing this week.

The ash trees are already making my eyes itch. Spring is a mixed blessing.

I'm told it's a beautiful day for an allergy test.

and yet, my bike is calling me. Maybe it's time to brave the pollen and shake off this hibernation.

I guess I'll just have to learn to love the sneezing.

I still haven't figured out why they call it 'spring' when everything is just a mess of pollen and half-frozen soil.

I'm getting used to the quiet hum of turbines outside my window.

Space news is a rare treat, like speculoos on a Sunday morning.

I'm just glad I don't have to choose between waffles and space news.

It's like they're trying to corner the market on deliciousness...