November 23, 2011 at 9:58 AM"How are you? You look like you're far away." One of my friends at the coffee shop observed, with slight concern. She's right: I am. Some days, I awake as though I'm in the middle of a Russian play. (In my mind, I speak with a thick Russian accent.)
The nights are long. The days are cold. The snow gradually buries us. Yes, I would defintely think twice before assigning any student to a technical Gulag, this time of year.
I don't envy you the northern winters. The older I get the less I like cold and dark. Your daily writing, however, has been a bit of warmth and light. Thanks.
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