Observation: Riding as a passenger in a car where the driver is sitting on the wrong side of the car, while flying down the highway on the wrong side of the road is a terrifying experience on a subconscious level.
Also. I feel like I am in HarryPotterland. Everything is kind of filthy and old, yet entirely awesome. I really love the vibe of this place.
Winter arrived in Europe a few days ago. It's super cold, but ever since I got my Nebenkostenabrechnung I've been energy-expenditure-scared. So I've been running around with hot-water-bottles and pots of tea, wrapped in thick blankets. Rasputin has taken measures of his own, building a big nest of every possible thing he could drag back to his Special Place in the bathroom. He commandeered my makeup brushes, a pair of old computer cords, vines from an old wreath, and houseplant leaves, among various other items. I watched him in bemusement for a couple of days as he struggled to make something of substance from my household debris, but then eventually took pity on him and put down a big bread basket lined cozily with a thick towel. He took to it immediately, abandoning his ramshackle 'nest' for the more comfortable accommodations. I love that silly bird.