Respect Your Own Oven Experience

Google translate's understanding of the Czech-language instructions on the back of some packaged roasted chicken I bought over the weekend and needed to heat up seem profound, in some way I can't quite articulate. But yes, one should always respect one's own oven experience.

Yesterday was a productive and satisfying day. I started, after coffee at Miner's and some breakfast back home with Catalina, by taking the train to the suburb of Řiċany to meet with Ales regarding the development of the product our start-up will be producing, and the news was good, filling us both with enthusiasm and optimism. A nice way to start the day.

Ales, who in his normal life publishes the Bylinky magazine, has started another new business that involves putting flowers for sale in local office buildings, available for self-purchase with a QR Code. In other words, there is no merchant or clerk guarding the flowers, which are available simply on the honor system. And, he reports, so far nobody has ever failed to pay, which is pretty encouraging. This is his work car.

There are even more flower stickers on the other side. 

Back home around 12:15, I had time for the lunch special at U Houdku, which on Monday was a chicken breast with bacon and gouda cheese, with french fries and a small side salad.

Then off to my 1 pm appointment at the hairdresser, where Zuzana clipped me down to a recognizable size.

I feel like I lost weight

Then off to the Thai Massage place where, back in December, I bought a five-massage-for-the-price-of-four package for a total of around $175. This was already massage number 4. They're really good, and it's a nice Christmas-present treat I gave myself.

Back home I called a cleaning woman who had been recommended to me to arrange her to come on Wednesday morning (7 am!), then took a bath to get the oil off me, then sat with Cat for a bit before going out to meet with Filip to discuss the need (he feels) to discuss the design of our game cards with a graphic-design professional, to make sure said design is as polished and crisp as it possibly can be.

Then home for tuna sandwich and a Fetaccomplis salad, with some mindless TV before bed.

All in all ... a successful day, and a good start to one of the more momentous weeks in my recent life, which will include the Thursday delivery of all my stuff from the US, Liesel here for the weekend, a singles tennis tournament on Sunday, and, Monday, presumably, the news about whether my application for a Czech Business Visa was successful or not. If not, I'm going to have to leave the Schengen Zone (including Prague) for three months before late February, so I'll need to decide where I want to spend those three months. Current possibilities include Norway, England, Thailand, or Belize, but I'm considering all options.

(But I'd rather just get the visa and not have to worry about it).