Darlingses, I was busy all day. I spent the entire morning trying to write about multiculturalism, migration and the Paris attack in such a way that Development & Peace and Romero House don't call up my editor and scream in his ear. Then I went to the supermarket and bought all the ingredients for a dinner party. Next I took a cab home and made barszcz ukrainski and plum cakes. (B.A. put the roast in the oven.) Soon after the plum cakes were done, the seven guests arrived. (It was a Youth Supper, so they were all exceedingly young.) Finally, I washed the dishes.
Dear me, I am sleepy.