Sunday, January 28

IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF . . .

I am seriously good at completing the last-minute task.

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WHAT ROBERT SAID . . .

I'm still fighting for my joy.

Some things that are helping me:


We had to wait for three hours in Kiev's Borispol Airport because of a communication mix-up. I count those as some of the most surreal hours of my life.



I sometimes enjoy graffiti (looking at it, not creating it).
But I always enjoy misspelled graffiti.



This is just happiness.



This is just silliness.



Fresh air, a brisk walk and good conversation every day.
My endorphins were popping like mad.

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