Drinking my morning coffee my day begins with reading a short story, a very short one. At the moment it´s again one of Margaret Attwoods collection The Tent.
Next on my programme is an English lesson given to myself by myself.
In the meantime the sun burst out and it shines over the rock face of the neighbor islend, Krk.
I hear the fishermans boat returning with its fish traps and long lines.
Soon the fisher will sell the night catch on his stall at the market. Should I run down and by some fish for dinner? Now it´s time to beginn realising my day projects. First - breakfast.