A little bit too tired, but it is not fatigue alone. Maybe it is February. Maybe it is the endless rain or the wind blowing from the North. Maybe its the women in the shop talking endlessly about great recipes for parsnips. As if ever came something great out of parsnips. Maybe its the darkness behind all the windows I see on my way to work. Maybe it is boredom, because nothing is more common and more boring than listen to people in academia complaining.But maybe I blame the women wrong as well as academia , am unjust to the winter, the rain and the wind blowing from the North and it is just me waiting for a storm bigger and stronger than ever known taking me away to another brighter shore.