Apparently "Barometric Pressure" is an Excuse for Cancelling Class

Along with Mashka there, I’ve been tired--so tired--and haven’t had time to write anything.

No, that’s not true. I’ve been lazy--so lazy--and haven’t had the desire to write anything. I’d say it’s the weather (pouring rain and grey skies all the way!) but apparently that is not the case. Every Muscovite I’ve mentioned this to has told me that it’s the low air pressure, and that I should sleep as much as possible, so that I don’t get sick. Sounds like more Russian folk-wisdom to me, but since when have I ever given up a chance to be in bed?*

To ensure a full day of bedrest, Kira and I spent our Saturday evening with Russian champagne. It’s three dollars a bottle, and they sell it next door to our building so I’m sure you can figure out how that turned out**

And as a resultof our girls -bonding night, we spent a lovely Sunday at home together, getting our rest***, having a warm dinner**** and playing games*****
So I’m back to it for the week. I‘ve finally cracked my writers block on some of my other work, so my posting here may be sporadic. But don’t worry I have some backup ideas in mind for the blog, some photos I haven‘t posted yet….

Or wait: anyone want to know all the lyrics to American Pie? Or see me list Sweet Valley High books #1-100? This is so my chance… I knew this stuff would come in handy. And to think I almost forgot it all to make room in my brain for some of those University courses I took! pffft…
Point and match, Dean Axwothy. Ya burnt.

*or in the bedroom. Har har. Beat you to it. Jerks.

**Kira accidentally called her dad and then didn’t recognise his voice. I spent more than ten minutes trying to converse with someone who

spoke absolutely no English at all, but managed to convince him to carry our groceries home for us.

***Sleeping til 2:30pm

**** Frozen pizza that I kinda burnt

***** A few rousing rounds of “Where the Hell did I Get That Bruise?”