In the afternoon went to see Arpi in the hospital. Man, it's been ages since I last went there (well, seven years, since mom was there), but once I hit the wrong door I found my bearings and walked up to the third floor, not even bothering to check whether the elevator is open to public - in public institutions you can surely expect that only the staff have the key.
Silvija, Boba and Milena were already there, and he was eating what lunch they brought. The pastry he left for later, probably assuming it was made by his ex (and I would bet as well, and would bet that it wasn't intended for him). He was in a good mood, except when mentioning what he ate while he was in intensive care, one has to be sick to eat that.
It was rather cold and windy, and the building is so wrong for this weather, the wind plays weird wailing tones on whatever pipes, outer staircases and whatnot it says. I said the building needs a piano tuner, nope, he said, a bulldozer.