It's a well-known fact that technology clearly doesn't like me. But that's ok, I don't care much about it either. But what's been going on the last week has really been too much. First the internet resigned its cooperation with me for two days; the next to break down was the webcam, through which Sambek and I waved to Gregor, who went skiing for a week. To top it all, the keyboard failed on me too. Ok, actually… well, this time the keyboard itself wasn't really the one to blame, truth me told it was sabotaged. How and by whom you can read in my previous post.

Besides technology my main interest these days is sweating. Since Gregor is not around I have a considerable surplus of time and energy (which I otherwise spend with different artistic, acting, Ukranian-singing and other acts) and what better than sport activities to spend this energy. So Sambo and I went running 5 times this week, I did weight-lifting every day and to finish myself off I went on a hike with some agility buddies yesterday. And the result? Well, I did burn some energy, but most of all I gained myself a superiorly strained latissimus (the upper back muscle) and the muscle on my, well, behind. You can imagine by its dimensions that the pain cannot possibly be negligible. But it's slowly wearing off so it shouldn't take long before I can sit on the whole surface of my, khm, toosh again. And Sambo? I don't even know what to say. I think that growing up near a nuclear power station left some longrange consequences on him that will obviously mark him for life. Maybe I can lay some of the blame to the full moon, but the fact is that this week he has been totally hyper. In spite of all the running, walking, tricks and obedience he came to me every day, putting his head on my lap and looked me with a 'mom-why-aren't-you-doing-anything-with-me' look, brought me toys, woofed towards the door to show me how it is absolutely urgent and necessary for us to go outside and butn some energy… Anyways, on Saturday we had a 10 min break after two hours of hiking (the last hour of which was through relatively deep snow); two dogs started wrestling with each other, Sambo started herding them and in the moment we moved forward he galloped uphill (through whole snow, of course), saw the little snowballs that started rolling downhill after him, chased them for about 200m, set out uphill again, repeated the chasing action… If anyone has a clue how a geriatric dog can go on a hike, walk for two hours and still find the energy to chase around snowballs after a whole week of running and action, please let me know. For the time being let's say that I still have the energy, I'm in enough good shape myself and I most of all can afford to take the time and run around like this, but I fear that the years will catch up on me sooner than Sambo… The other option is that I'll simply be the fittest 100-year-old the world has ever seen :).

We wish you happy and active days!