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Waking up just after 11 a.m.
Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Blood Orange. Honey White Green Tea.
Catching up on bills and adult things.
Grilled Potatoes, Onions, Peppers, and Egg on a Bagel. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Blueberry Green Tea. Kinder Chocolate.
Errands.
This warm weather is quite a contrast after being in such cold weather all the time in Russia. It feels good to be home.
Organizing all the thousands of photos I took on the trip.
Rick’s Café meeting with Elliott and Leslie.
Fried Flounder with Broccoli, Mac n Cheese, and Texas Toast.
Sharing some artifacts I found at a thrift store in St. Petersburg including vintage stickers from a 1992 French sitcom, a handmade English learning book for a Russian child, children’s books, and buttons.
Once again there’s nonsensical partying going on at the house. I don’t understand why in the days that I’ve returned home the kids have decided to go hard. I’m getting too old for this stuff. I’m past this kind of angst in my life. I try my best to avoid leaving the bedroom for fear of having to encounter anybody associated with the madness. It’s not that dreadful of a fear but I blow it up in my head. I just want privacy in my home. I want quiet.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Excerpt from The Kiss by Anton Chekhov
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