I woke up after the CREEPIEST DREAM IN THE WORLD. I dreamed that Putin forced me to go on a date with him. And then he tried to kiss me. Eww. Gross. Just no, no, no, no, no.
So, after that lovely dream, I was wondering what the day had in store for me.
Luckily, no Russian despots tried to ask me out. Today, anyway. Which is always a plus.
Instead, there were free bagels at the corner store.
And it was 66 degrees today (on February 6th, people! February 6th!)
And I gathered a slew of wonderful non-sequitur quotes from my Tolstoy professor.
And my Russian history professor cried when he talked about the 1932-1933 famine in Ukraine. The Holodomoor. Death by starvation.
So, lots of Russian stuff today. But Putin did not call.