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Even though the fact that the "Eisheiligen" (i.e. Saints of Ice, or Freezing Saints) have arrived exactly on time is vaguely comforting, since obviously the climate hasn't yet been affected so badly that they don't come anymore, their short but merciless reign is quite unpleasant. It's been pouring down since yesterday morning, and the temperature has dropped by almost 15°. *brrrr* Due to the very warm weather we'd been enjoying for the last three weeks, however, and of course due to bad insulation, my building has warmed up sufficiently to keep the rooms at 23°. Which is nice, because I really don't feel like heating by a/c.
Weather ought to improve starting tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow, though, if the forecast is correct that is. I sincerely hope that it is, because my friend Lois will be arriving late tomorrow night, and since he's not my boyfriend but just my friend, and hence three days of uninterrupted shagging are not an option, three days of rain wouldn't be overly welcome. We're planning to go to Ohrid on Friday, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it'll really be mostly sunny if slightly on the cool side.
Tried to call my mother last night at the usual time (slightly after 8 p.m.) at the hospital, but the phone was switched off. I find it difficult to fight a feeling of discomfort -- maybe she was just tired or didn't want to disturb her roommate. I really wouldn't want to find out she got worse or, heaven forbid, died, and nobody told me. Even though, if you look at it from a rational point of view, it wouldn't make much of a difference: if she dies, she's dead, whether I know it or not, and as my knowing about it wouldn't change anything, it really doesn't matter. Still, when it's about your own mother, 100% pure rational thinking may be a bit difficult to achieve.
I'm going to try again in a few minutes, and then we'll see.
ETA: She's fine, was just tired yesterday and switched off her phone.
Even better -- egoistically speaking -- due to not being under the same roof as my father at the moment, she actually sounds like my mum.
She'll probably be released tomorrow or the day after; the appointment for the intervention re. her spine doesn't have to be changed, which is a blessing.
Weather ought to improve starting tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow, though, if the forecast is correct that is. I sincerely hope that it is, because my friend Lois will be arriving late tomorrow night, and since he's not my boyfriend but just my friend, and hence three days of uninterrupted shagging are not an option, three days of rain wouldn't be overly welcome. We're planning to go to Ohrid on Friday, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it'll really be mostly sunny if slightly on the cool side.
Tried to call my mother last night at the usual time (slightly after 8 p.m.) at the hospital, but the phone was switched off. I find it difficult to fight a feeling of discomfort -- maybe she was just tired or didn't want to disturb her roommate. I really wouldn't want to find out she got worse or, heaven forbid, died, and nobody told me. Even though, if you look at it from a rational point of view, it wouldn't make much of a difference: if she dies, she's dead, whether I know it or not, and as my knowing about it wouldn't change anything, it really doesn't matter. Still, when it's about your own mother, 100% pure rational thinking may be a bit difficult to achieve.
I'm going to try again in a few minutes, and then we'll see.
ETA: She's fine, was just tired yesterday and switched off her phone.
Even better -- egoistically speaking -- due to not being under the same roof as my father at the moment, she actually sounds like my mum.
She'll probably be released tomorrow or the day after; the appointment for the intervention re. her spine doesn't have to be changed, which is a blessing.
