Go sign the contract and get the money for the translation. Check. Go see the doctor (the results were good, yay!). Check. Go buy the bus ticket. Check.
|Sea is always nice|
And then, there I was, on the bus for Croatia, to visit my family. They live by the sea, which is always nice seeing. The water was too cold for swimming, at least for my taste – there were people in it. Not that it mattered; I enjoyed being by the sea, spending time with my father and my kid brother (twenty years younger than me and almost twice my size), and, being the workaholic I am, I also brought my netbook with me, read the books I intended to read, and started the work on the new translation.
|A friendly dog, unless you’re an intruder, or a dominant dog.|
Oh, and I shouldn’t forget Roko, my father’s dog, now a senior canine citizen, age 14 (a year younger than my brother). His hearing and sight are poor now, but he still enjoys seeing me, and being petted and walked (not a long walk, though, he gets tired).
|Roko and me; he doesn’t care to pose.|
And, after a 13-day-long trip, I’m back home, got some really good results from the doctor, I’m back to translating, and back to writing.
Not bad. Not bad at all.