So, Friday evening is not going to see me out on the town. Not at all. I'm out of gas, I'm tired, I'm going to read and sleep. My throat is a bit scratchy as it almost always is after long plane rides. Planes are incubators of all the germs anyone is breathing out. A transatlantic flight gives them enough time to reach everyone. So, I am taking it easy, and if I don't feel better in the morning, I'm going to cancel plans with my friends tomorrow night. They are going to a fabulous Cathedral which is part of a large monastery of women. I don't want to waste time being sick, so I'll just take care of it in the beginning. I'll keep you posted.
Hope you brought lots of D3 with you. You can't be running with the young dogs without feeling the effects. Rest up so you'll be back on the town again soon.
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Never fear, Pam. I have enough D for most of Kyiv.
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ReplyDeleteSon of a gun. You're human after all.
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