I took some nice photos today, however disproportionally many of them were cats and decided to share them separately from the rest.
So here’s the top 5 cat photos from my daily walk. Which one do you like the most?





Cats, good books, AI, and religious walking in the city of Sofia
I took some nice photos today, however disproportionally many of them were cats and decided to share them separately from the rest.
So here’s the top 5 cat photos from my daily walk. Which one do you like the most?





Sofia can give you moments of color and beauty that only exist for brief moments here and there, and only to the people who go out and look. Get behind the wheel and none of that exists. Here are a few moments from my morning walk.


2. A semi-abandoned building near Bulgarian Academy of Science. My usual path doesn’t go there but a door was closed and locked with a padlock. I needed it to be open. So I had to walk around and saw it. These little puffy things? There were a million of them.


3. The beekeeper
Someone is producing honey near BAS. Not sure how that works in an urban area with a very high population density, but as you see from the photo, it happened. These things are hives.
Sofia has the tendency to turn into a jungle and does it here and there. I guess, the bees thrive in those islands wilderness.

Did you like the photos? Drop a comment.
Most of my effort goes into making sure I know what I need for work, and what’s happening in school or with the kids. That’s the stuff that really matters. Honestly, if there’s an area where I feel I should probably know more, it’s school/kids.
I’ve discovered that most news articles, TV, and so on are farming by exploiting our productive emotions, primarily fear and anger. I stopped watching TV years ago, and no longer pay for a cable. My news consumption is likely under 2-3 minutes per day, mostly checking if we should hide in a bunker already or not. So far, the news meet the long established pattern:
My unfortunate conclusion on this cycle is:

The local voids are growing up well.

What if your child suddenly started saying and doing disturbing things – words and actions no kid should know? As a parent, a primal fear kicks in: someone must have hurt them. But who? What if it’s someone from or close to the family?
That’s the terrifying premise behind Nicci French’s The Unheard.
The book follows Tess, a single mother sharing custody of her daughter with her ex. Life is already difficult, but when her child begins showing troubling signs, Tess spirals into suspicion and paranoia. She goes to the police, desperate for someone to believe her. Instead, she meets resistance, threats, and outright gaslighting from her ex, her friends, the authorities, even from me as a reader.
Tess is almost unbearable. She’s obsessive, frantic, annoying. Nothing she does makes sense. But maybe that’s the point. As readers, we’re pulled into her unstable perspective. We feel her isolation.
The duo behind Nicci French crafts a psychological thriller that pokes at deep-seated fears. It’s not a comfortable read. It’s not about who did it, even though we’ll be presented with a name. The book is about the atmosphere. That part is maybe 5⭐️/5.
3.5⭐️/5, I didn’t like it but will keep reading Nicci French.
