We have so many new parishioners that the first part of confession today was done collectively.

“Ah, assembly line confession,” joked a parishioner who recently converted from some branch of Protestantism.

At a work event today, a middle-aged IT dude approached me to ask where I’m from.

From Ukraine, I said.

Oh! he exclaimed. I have a colleague who’s also from Russia.

I honestly don’t know what else needs to happen.

Klara went to the school book fair and out of all the books on offer chose N’s favorite childhood novel The Last of the Mohicans by Fenimore Cooper. We read a lot of Fenimore Cooper in the USSR.

It’s the genes, people. He never mentioned the book to her. When N saw the purchase

When N saw the purchase, he was touched to tears. It is a powerful feeling to have a little mini-me discover the same books you liked as a child.

N immediately decided to buy all books in the series but when he went on Amazon, he saw this cover for the first instalment:

The novel is set in 1740, so we laughed for an hour.

One age-related change I notice is that now all of a sudden there is such thing as getting too much sleep. It feels like being hungover without a drop of alcohol.

I never thought this was even a thing.