The first week back at work is fairly quiet, I even found myself on the verge of boredom at one point. Organically, this makes me feel bad, but I remind myself that weeks before and after holidays tend to have this effect on my life. I tell myself I’m just landing.
No one can convince me the municipality of Amsterdam isn’t using major construction projects to show tourists how crap the city can be. On Sunday, I go for a long bike ride to Amsterdamse Bos and back, and crossing the Berlagebrug I’m struck by how quiet the street is without cars racing by. I like it.
I finished watching The Righteous Gemstones , and I miss them already.
Anja’s still off for the summer, and I’m watching her slowly recover from being my personal chauffeur for two weeks
The Summer makes me not want to cook. It’s no help that I’m using Annelie’s apartment to work while she’s travelling, and that I use the occasion to order poke bowls for lunch. I’m surprised by the quality of Poke Perfect’s teriyaki chicken bowl, extra edamame.
I’m reading and enjoying Robin Meyer’s Saving Jesus From the Church , a tool to make my interest in orthopraxy more tangible.