When we returned to Amsterdam I debarked the plane and jumped on the train to my old hometown, to attend my grandmother's funeral. She had reached the ripe old age of 95 and her health had been steadily declining for the last few years so this wasn't unexpected nor, in a clinical light, a bad thing but still... My dad, her son, was grieving and when my dad is grieving so am I, for him at the very least. I did get to see some cousins I hadn't seen in 10 years and we were still able to goof around like we used to. Then, when I got home I dealt with some jetlag and now we have a heatwave that's making me think that anything related to me powering up gear that generates more heat is stupid. The weather's supposed to change later this week. We shall see what happens then.
I have managed to clean my bathroom during my vacation!
Here is a pic of me with my brand new FMA fan anyway :)