I already posted this on FB, but that's Gregarious Son, headed for Novgorod for a week, via Newark, Frankfurt, and St. Petersburg, to which he'll return for another three weeks of his program in international law. And then he's going to visit a young lady in Edinburgh. And that's me, who was headed home from the airport. No overseas journeys for me this year.
The Lovely Daughter called from Asheville to report that the glory of being a camp activities cluster leader instead of a cabin counselor is: Sundays off! She called first from brunch, somewhere, and then later from the Chocolate Bar. Apparently a day off means a progressive group feast on non-camp food. I reminded her: No flip-flops on the Parkway!*
I don't know what warnings I should be issuing for Russia.
*The counselors like to drive up onto the Blue Ridge Parkway on their nights off to look at the stars strung out above the mountains. Copperheads like to slither onto the Parkway on their nights off to warm up on the pavement, still hot from the sun. Last summer there was an encounter that landed a counselor in the hospital for several days.