It is a beautiful Friday. I woke up around seven, anxious but just a little. When this occurs, I stay calm enough and rationalize that (almost) everything is okay. I made a bed. As I have a cumbersome love-hate relationship with my iPhone, I usually don't use it during the morning. What do I like about iPhone? I like photography, but I rarely take more than three photos daily, and that is when I find something interesting on curios. On the other hand, the same machine tends to occupy me with lousy content. I despise shorts (or whatever someone calls them. I watch them but struggle not to do that every day. Instead of that, I read for forty-five minutes or so. I tend to choose some light reading. Somewhere in between, I wash my teeth, shower, and dress. I have to be properly dressed. I don't have a shirt with short sleeves. If outside is 40 degrees Celsius I will wear a shirt with a tie. I don't care. I feel in a positive and working mood. It is a trigger for me. I checked my emails. Nothing particular is happening there (I own a small consulting company). I went to the hospital. Every Friday (I try to be consistent in that), I work in a psychiatric clinic under the supervision of a Medicine Doctor specializing in psychiatry and subspecialization psychoanalysis. I work mostly with alcoholics. As a chronic alcoholic with almost nine years of abstinence, I understand them a little better, and (this is important) they believe me more than doctors who speak al cathedra. I also discussed ADHD (not really; there is no ADHD in Europe; we got AKD and DAMP: same thing, a different system). The discussion was about applications that might help with ADHD. That went very well. As one of my special skill sets is telemedicine systems, my doctor is helping with that. I came back home and made a chicory coffee. I like it a lot. For lunch, I got only a smoothie made of fruit, vegetables, and water. It is too hot for real food (and my preference is raw food, without meat included, not because of some moral reason but because this is what I like). I checked my emails. I wrote some emails and turned the computer off until next week. Late afternoon was hot, sweltering. Air conditioning, music, tea, and book. Meditation (try the Balance application, great one). Around 19 hours, I went out on a bicycle to have some fresh air. It was terrific. Mind focused on turning the pedals and front wheel. Almost meditation. :) Video call with my daughter. She is with her grandparents. I had a shower, and now I am writing this. It is half past ten. Ludovico Einaudi’s “Seven Days Walking” is playing on stereo. Little more reading and zzz… :) By the way, I like Mickey Mouse the most of all cartoon characters. Just trivia. Forty-seven years old kid. That is who I am. Have a great day.