Like I said ... A Contemplative Marathon in Scotland :p

Before bread can be pulled out of a stove...

Flour must be turned into dough...

Antik makes a single request.

Lyrics:

Haa-aaa
Aaaa-aa
Aaa-aa-a
Aaa-aa-aa
Aaaaa-aaa
Let me go-oooooooooo
Aa-haaa-aaa-a-a-a

The lottery numbers have just dropped ... a reboot of my ticket is in order. Or... one can at least hope it is.

Another chance
Another chance
I know the numbers now
Just another go
Another chance
I'm sure I'll win it now

A soft "get well soon"/"self-soothing" kind of song about bundling up in the comfortable things while sick - in our safe space, in our PJs, in our "flip flops", (aka slippers).

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LYRICS
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A little frayed
On an odd wednesday
Warming up
With these old flip flops

A snuggled hug
On a wintry rug
Cooling down
In our sleeping gowns

Chilly breezes
Comfy fleeces
Silly sneezes
Sniffly squeezes

Shivering inside
When the covers slide
Flushed with surprise
Reading kind postcards

Soon it will fade
Rest is never outweighed
Not at all afraid
Temporarily unmade

Chilly breezes
Comfy fleeces
Silly sneezes
Sniffly squeezes

We’ll be alright
Take one step
At a time

A somewhat caricature of an argument in the office space - more in the soundtrack direction, based on the theme video:

I imagined a rather regular meeting, briefly going bad, before going back to a regular old meeting.