My poor cousin,
I was up late on the phone with her, offering what little consolation one can give from four thousand kilometers away. Then I couldn’t get to sleep, so I’m not looking like the vision of refreshed, youthful beauty that is my usual morning face. Haggard would be a better word for it.
All the trains were running 25 minutes late today, and the heat was broken on the one I got onto, so I spent 45 minutes in what felt like a cargo box full of refrigerated carcasses bound for Siberia. Anyhow, sorry to those who were waiting for the opera review – it won’t be coming soon.