I want peace. I want to stop, breathe out, look around, walk in the woods.
The spring, for which I had so many plans, flashed almost imperceptibly. The plans remained plans. My garden is confidently sinking into green chaos and more and more resembles a jungle. I'm not struggling with it anymore. I realized that I lost.
The weather is strange and disturbing. Dark sky, wind. It's annoying. Many people complain of depression. Too many to consider it an accident. It looks like it's some kind of another epidemic...
I'm trying to stock up on dog food, realizing that there is a threat from Belarus, but so far it's not very good. The economy all over the world is going to hell, prices are rising.
I have an interview for a new job on Friday. I wonder what they will offer? I named the price twice as high as now, but even after that I'm not sure. Now I have at least relative freedom, but it won't be like that there. Time or money... What a question! If I lived in the city, I would choose money. But my dogs... It will be difficult for them to spend whole days alone.
Anyway, I'll go for an interview on Friday. Unless, of course, there is another shelling.
