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Cats really are the best vets. Lucius's abscess broke on Friday, while I was at work, and he keeps it perfectly clean by constant licking -- no inflammation, no bits of sand sticking to it -- and it's already healing. Good boy. He lets me look at the wound, but I'm very glad I don't have to apply camomile infusion or cream, because that'd be a battle. Anyway, I'm very happy things went so well, so a visit to the vet isn't necessary.
Irene and I climbed the Vodno yesterday; this time I'd bought and applied sun screen -- good, because the sun is already very, very strong. Doing this at least once every weekend is excellent exercise. Much as I love tennis and running, hiking is just a very different way of using certain muscle groups, and regularly doing different types of exercise is -- IMO -- certainly the healhiest way of life. If one has got the time to do it. Fortunately I have got enough, for which I'm very grateful.
After dinner we watched the first two episodes of "Mad Dogs" -- with, among others, John Simms and Philip Glenister, yay! -- and I think I really like it. The plot idea as such certainly isn't new, but it's well written and very well executed.
Sometimes I can't quite understand myself -- nothing deep or philosophic here; it's just about milk. I have a lactose intolerance, and have disliked milk, even the smell of it, for ages. Then I discovered soy milk, which was ok for tea, and I drink coffee without milk anyway. In Ankara and also here, soy milk is quite expensive and not always available, so I switched to the soy-based powder, which is always on the shelves. Last year when I had this horrible gastritis attack, I somehow went off the powder, too, and got used to drinking my tea with juice. Since a few weeks ago, though, I've been hooked on Nescafé with the whitening powder which I still don't want in my tea. No idea why, so I just shrug and do what the body wants, more so as the espesso machine has to be de-limed, and I have to get the necessary stuff in Vienna, so I prefer not to use it right now.
Tennis today, two hours with Elena. After that, a bit of grocery shopping, because it's my turn to cook dinner tonight. I think there'll be gratinated pancakes with a chicken-and-vegetable filling and a nice salad. And more Mad Dogs, unless Irene and I both prefer to watch the Nadal - Djokovic finale. Not a bad day, all things considered.
Irene and I climbed the Vodno yesterday; this time I'd bought and applied sun screen -- good, because the sun is already very, very strong. Doing this at least once every weekend is excellent exercise. Much as I love tennis and running, hiking is just a very different way of using certain muscle groups, and regularly doing different types of exercise is -- IMO -- certainly the healhiest way of life. If one has got the time to do it. Fortunately I have got enough, for which I'm very grateful.
After dinner we watched the first two episodes of "Mad Dogs" -- with, among others, John Simms and Philip Glenister, yay! -- and I think I really like it. The plot idea as such certainly isn't new, but it's well written and very well executed.
Sometimes I can't quite understand myself -- nothing deep or philosophic here; it's just about milk. I have a lactose intolerance, and have disliked milk, even the smell of it, for ages. Then I discovered soy milk, which was ok for tea, and I drink coffee without milk anyway. In Ankara and also here, soy milk is quite expensive and not always available, so I switched to the soy-based powder, which is always on the shelves. Last year when I had this horrible gastritis attack, I somehow went off the powder, too, and got used to drinking my tea with juice. Since a few weeks ago, though, I've been hooked on Nescafé with the whitening powder which I still don't want in my tea. No idea why, so I just shrug and do what the body wants, more so as the espesso machine has to be de-limed, and I have to get the necessary stuff in Vienna, so I prefer not to use it right now.
Tennis today, two hours with Elena. After that, a bit of grocery shopping, because it's my turn to cook dinner tonight. I think there'll be gratinated pancakes with a chicken-and-vegetable filling and a nice salad. And more Mad Dogs, unless Irene and I both prefer to watch the Nadal - Djokovic finale. Not a bad day, all things considered.
