Wednesday, April 24, 2013
We're off to Bucharest this morning. Olga has been deposited with the dog-sitters -- they claim she's one of their favorite customers, but as Dave pointed out they probably say that to the owner of every dog. She tried to follow me, with desperate eyes, as I handed over her leash and backed out the door. It was sad.
I do plan to blog from Romania, though again, I don't know what the technology gods have in store. I'll do my darndest.
"The Golden Notebook" is improving. It seems very dated in its approach to psychology and the social circumstances of women, but at least it's becoming more readable -- which gives me something to do on the plane!
(Photo: Tottenham Court Road, London)