Schlafen kannst du wenn du tot bist
You can sleep once you are dead.
Phil celebrated his birthday yesterday at the Isar banks in Englischer Garten and when I finally fell asleep (right on the spot in the middle of the park) the sun was already way up. So after a rather intense, but highly interesting weekend with rather too less sleep and too much alcoholic refreshment, today was a day of relaxation. It is still 35°C+ outside so I placed myself strategically in the shade of a tree in the Olympic Park.
The blip today shows the sunset above the canopy roof of Olympiahalle. Clouds were already gathering and it was preparing to rain (or rather preparing for a sever storm). It didn't rain much, though, and the thunderstorm passed around Munich.