It would have been interesting to start with something more philosophical, but yesterday Nikita ate a package of Kleenex (what in prefeminist days was called “purse size”) and some of a pair of underpants. That’s about it for deep-travel thoughts. Instead, we were scratching for wi-fi on a Sunday in British Columbia and hunting for an emergency vet. Not to worry–this morning we are all still alive and kicking and assured that some of the offending materials have “left the building.” I will leave it to my fellow traveler to say something meaningful.
May 23, 2011