having a good time

So, apparently I need to be very unhappy about going to Germany, very suspicious and pessimistic, and then everything turns out to be wonderful. I've never had such a good time at my brother's, seriously. I sleep (mostly) well, I spend time with Grandma, but I also can just sit in my room, in the garden, in the kitchen or wherever and work. I finished the peer-review article - didn't write an actual review yet, just sent a page-long email to the publisher explaining why I don't think the thing is publishable as it is - this is what my PhD adviser told me to do, so. I'm free to go on with my stuff as long as the publisher doesn't come back to me. So, I'm reading two articles I needed to before working on a chapter that I had already sent to my adviser and need to review. And it just works. I can concentrate, I can mix it up with cooking and Grandma-time, and in the evenings we hang out with my brother and his partner. It's great. I'm even starting to think I should come here for months on end in the summer - just to live and work. Lets see, how CoVid will treat us. This time, I'm just here for a two-week stay, because... well, a) I didn't want to come and b) CoVid numbers are going up in Germany as well as at home, so I'm just afraid they'll close the airport and I won't be able to come back. But as things stand... I'm in the "summer kitchen", reading an article and having a beer in the afternoon. I'm pretty happy and would have easily stayed longer. I hope this feeling lasts! :) Prost, everyone!