Food picspam

First, dinner on Wednesday with Irene and her daughter Hannah. The starters were a thing of beauty (and deliciousness) and had to be recorded for posterity:



Secondly, Cornelius getting interested in the sandwich I was having last night:

And licking the cream cheese out of it. Baaad boy.



No idea why, but these days I need a lot of sleep. Fortunately I'm able to get it, most of the time. 8 or 9 hours every night. That's a bit much for an adult, but maybe I'm fighting something, no idea. With almost everybody around me having either the sniffles or some kind of intestinal virus, there'd certainly be enough to fight against.

Lola is back to her old self, if a bit calmer. She looks so very, very cute with her shaved belly. Also, she has already pulled out all her stitches, but since there hasn't been any bleeding (except for a very small drop on Friday morning) it should be ok. The wound is completely closed.

Boss has sent off the list of postings he's applying for.

And it's snowing again, but not overly much. However, walking feels like a nice option for today -- I have to go and see Lola before tennis, and that would make for a nice walk.