dated dates

Dear Mr. Blog,
I would really write to you more often if I had more time. It is the sort of thing you do when you have a cup of coffee in hand as well as a few spare minutes. Lately it has been a little difficult to sit down and write, yet the very original stress of not delivering well is not there anymore. I refuse for that to take hold of my life in the way it did during my first month. The sky is blue day after day here, I am looking fwd to lots of things, Charlette is looking better each day and I am pressing on looking for more than just satisfaction on my work. This is not a refuge from an unstable life, from which I desire to hide, so I expect to be able to blossom outside professional life as soon as the seasonal hectic has passed. At the latest by the end of the week with the last large company gathering of the year, which I get to organize. I bought some date yoghurt at a special price 1Euro for 4. I think they are out of date. No pun intended! But that sure beats going out every lunchtime, which tends to be time and money consuming. The break also gives me an additional 10 mins for my blog. Tonight, world, I am not staying here until 11pm. No way José. (or, as one of my German friends always puts it: No way, Norway!)