|Lovely Indian dinner* with the Siberian Siren. Don't complain about a bad political situation to a Russian: she might tell you how Putin's goons dissolve the bodies of pesky journalists in acid. Then you worry even more about just how bad things could get.|
And to be fair, she's had other things on her mind lately. Her maternal uncle died, leaving her severely disabled grandmother all but alone in Siberia. Her mom no longer has a valid Russian passport, but is going there anyway with a visa to make arrangements, having instructed the rest of her family that under no circumstances are any of them to travel to Russia. The SS is worried she may never see her mother again. Christ on a pogo stick.
Letters to electors: Done with TX. On to GA!
*Anapurna on Broadway. I've been walking past that place for decades, but never ate there. 'Sokay. Endearingly funky cramped basement with folk art on the walls. The Siren likes it more than I do.
| Write a fatwa.|