Lurking

Happy new year, everyone. A bit late. I hope you all had a good time with your families and foodstuff and such this holiday. Which is kind of weird saying now, after having chucked out the tree and banished all the ornaments and reindeer to the basement, where they'll wait another 11 months before they'll see daylight again (although, daylight isn't really the word in this part of the world in December).

Anyways. I apparently don't handle tear gas. There's supposedly one in a hundred who's immune. Well, I'm among one of the other ninty-nine.

How do I know this? Recent events in Gaza has sparked some rather violent (by norwegian standard) demonstrations, and working smack in the middle of Oslo, I got ambushed by a huge cloud of tear gas last thursday. I'm OK, hubby's OK and we were entirely safe the whole time, but the police had a hard time keeping control on the havoc-wrecking angry mob who pelted rocks and shot off fireworks at the police. I don't see the point. How's that helping anything? What the people of Gaza needs is an immediate halt of the war and unlimited humanitarian aid. I highly doubt a gang of glass-breaking hoodlooms is going to acchieve that.

Besides being occasionally trapped inside the office because of tear gas clouds outside, there's not much to report. The days fly by in a whirl, I've barely noticed that the week has started before the weekend appears and I'm baffled.

I've rearranged the living room today. While hubby was at work. I'm not so sure he'll like it. I'm not even sure I like it. I'm so damn impatient today, I can hardly sit still.