Hello my lovelies. Sad to see rd95 leave, happy to see him go; stirred by refugee's all-caps breakthrough.
Good stuff all round.
I had a decent day. Got up, had coffee and cornflakes, read the news. Wrote, for a little less than an hour, on that book I've been discussing for some time. Whipped up a quick sponsorship sheet for this summer's barefoot mountain charity thing; booked bus tickets to Cork, to visit my friend. Went for a walk. It was cloudy but dry and the sun was trying. Popped into a certain pub for a coffee. Came home, had a sandwich, had a nap. Went to the shop, bought food and beer, made spaghetti bolognese. It turned out pretty good, which says a lot, because I can count on one hand the number of times I've cooked since last year. And now it's now. I tried calling my friend but he didn't answer. After this I'll probably go finish reading Moby-Dick, it's been on my bedside table, figuratively at least, for nearly two months.
Here's a photo of my cat. She came in a week ago with a limp tail; the vet gave me some antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory to deliver directly into the cat's mouth with a syringe. It's not an easy procedure. I do find it funny that she tries desperately to escape, but when the medicine is shot into her mouth she laps it up. I don't think I'd react that way to having a massive syringe shoved in my mouth.