There's just so much I want and need to be doing, but I'm immobilised by the depression. Made an appointment for the quack, anyway. Even things like that are amazingly difficult; picking up the phone and making an appointment. Och!
Did manage to touch up and put some varnish on the wee plaster 'sun' from the museum in Riga. I hung it up, and rather like it. I wasn't ready to leave Riga,which aggravates my grumpiness. I needed another 2-3 days for full 'satisfaction', I think. Among other things, I never got around to the outdoor ethnographic museum in the suburbs.
motodraconis liked it, and one of the couples at the hotel went, and they were impressed. If I do get a chance to go back, though, it's sensible to wait until the National Art Gallery has re-opened sometime in 2015.Further to the dogfight yesterday, Ziggy is one of those massive, muscular Labradors with a head like a bull's. 'The other Peppi' is a scrappy individual, complete with cojones. They just gave each other the odd nip, but it could have been nasty. After R got her breath back from her astonishing feat of screeching, she sternly admonished Peppi 2's human for allowing an entire dog off the lead, and insisted all urban dogs should be neutered. It does actually make sense, I guess. There's no point in them NOT being 'fixed' if you don't intend to breed them, and why risk the unwanted pregnancies and fights? Peppi 2's owner was a bit pissed off, though (R has a way of pissing people off...)
