Since about two weeks I have had this annoying cold. Today I decided to stay in bed just to make it go away. But every time I'm not busy doing something, I catch myself playing with numbers. For example, I know that the bookshelf in front of me contains 282 books of fiction, 14 books on philosophy, 19 books about plants and gardening, 69 art books, 11 travel guides and 8 dictionaries. There are 3 closets and one bureau, all in white. There is one table and one chair. 3 windows with embedded blinds Each set of blinds consists of 65 parts. Knowing this seems to calm me down. My favourite number is 11.