Trekhprudny Lane

Hello to my nearest and dearest. I thought I'd use this as a kind of bulletin board for sharing thoughts and stories with you.

Moscow is gray and drizzly, again. I wished for gloves as I was walking to the Metro this morning. I try not to expect any other kind of weather.

Just put EB down for a nap. As I was covering her up, she said, "Mama, I want to smoke in bed." What? Sure enough, she was holding a ballpoint pen between her second and third fingers, and blowing smoke upward, Dietrich style. Everyone smokes here, and it turns out that she's been watching.

Tonight we sign our apartment lease. 

I wonder, if I brought my own cup to the coffee shops here, would they let me have coffee to go? On these raw days I miss walking with a warm drink in hand.