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This morning it was -12°. Perfect, sunny winter day, but coooooold.
Boss seems to be in a bad mood today. First sign: he didn't come into my office to say good morning. Second sign: he called me to complain about an email Irene had sent him; it was a bit awkwardly worded but nothing he'd usually comment on. So I'm going to leave him in peace -- he has to leave in a few minutes anyway, and then he has a lunch scheduled for 1 p.m., that should be enough for the mood to improve. Hopefully, because our Xmas do starts at 4.
I have to admit that yesterday I didn't feel like exercising but like cooking.
So I made potato-red lentil-sweet corn soup, with spices so it tasted like liquid curry. Roast slices of white bread with truffle oil went surprisingly well with the exotic taste.
Afterwards, pasta with a yummy vegetarian sauce (onion, zucchini, tomatoes, garlic, black olives, basil and a bit of ajvar).
Then we watched A Room with A View, and since I was so tired I did of course fall asleep. So did Irene, who went back upstairs when she woke up and locked my door (one of the many advantages of her living in the same building and having a key to my flat).
Alexandra will be leaving for Vienna today and coming back on Tuesday, so I'm going to look after Lola. This weekend, too, shapes up to be mostly about tennis and cats, though there might also be a bit of Macedonian. Dalibor would certainly be very happy to see some homework for a change. So let's see what I can do to make him happy.
Nothing else to report, except that on Sunday I'll play tennis for the first time with Stefanie (a double, if Pinar feels like playing, otherwise just the two of us and Elena).
Oh, and I'm still royally pissed-off at Mr H. Even better, I think I'm starting to dislike him. Mental self-defence is a sometimes scary but certainly very useful thing.
Boss seems to be in a bad mood today. First sign: he didn't come into my office to say good morning. Second sign: he called me to complain about an email Irene had sent him; it was a bit awkwardly worded but nothing he'd usually comment on. So I'm going to leave him in peace -- he has to leave in a few minutes anyway, and then he has a lunch scheduled for 1 p.m., that should be enough for the mood to improve. Hopefully, because our Xmas do starts at 4.
I have to admit that yesterday I didn't feel like exercising but like cooking.
So I made potato-red lentil-sweet corn soup, with spices so it tasted like liquid curry. Roast slices of white bread with truffle oil went surprisingly well with the exotic taste.
Afterwards, pasta with a yummy vegetarian sauce (onion, zucchini, tomatoes, garlic, black olives, basil and a bit of ajvar).
Then we watched A Room with A View, and since I was so tired I did of course fall asleep. So did Irene, who went back upstairs when she woke up and locked my door (one of the many advantages of her living in the same building and having a key to my flat).
Alexandra will be leaving for Vienna today and coming back on Tuesday, so I'm going to look after Lola. This weekend, too, shapes up to be mostly about tennis and cats, though there might also be a bit of Macedonian. Dalibor would certainly be very happy to see some homework for a change. So let's see what I can do to make him happy.
Nothing else to report, except that on Sunday I'll play tennis for the first time with Stefanie (a double, if Pinar feels like playing, otherwise just the two of us and Elena).
Oh, and I'm still royally pissed-off at Mr H. Even better, I think I'm starting to dislike him. Mental self-defence is a sometimes scary but certainly very useful thing.
