I took DrBob to the airport this morning early, gack. In the bustle of a usual morning plus a dash to the airport and back before 8:30 (when I start work) I completely forgot to eat breakfast or bring any food with me – and I didn’t even notice until 10:30. Seriously. Dumb like rock.
Anyway. As you know, DrBob has an offer from Utrecht, and now has to negotiate. According to standard procedure, he informs his current employer and gives them the chance to make a counter-offer. They’re putting that together now. Then he goes back to Utrecht, with that counter-offer and his carefully marshalled arguments about how he needs more than they’re offering, to see if he can talk them up; that’s where he went this morning. (I can’t tell you how it went, only that it happened. Arg.) Then he’ll go back to London to see if they want to match or surpass that. And so on, back and forth, until a decision is made. He’ll be back tomorrow.
The Sniglet’s soccer-practice has moved to summer-mode, which means Mondays outside instead of Tuesdays inside. Generally I drop him off, Opa stays to watch practice and then takes him home and feeds him, and then brings him back to us right before bedtime. This is because the Sniglet and Opa both only eat the same six things (schnitzel, noodles, dumplings, Leberkäse, potato salad, and pickles), so he’s bound to like whatever they’re having for dinner, and he usually doesn’t like whatever I serve.
So it was just me and Ignatz for dinner today, so we did something the other two don’t like: Breakfast Night! We had pancakes.
Song du jour of the day: Vrag Naj Vzame, by Rebeka Dremelj for Slovenia. Catchy. This one might do well.