Absence, that great magnifier of feelings… making the heart grow fonder and beat stronger, one second at a time. How can you not miss Oxygen? Life revolves around the house, the dogs sleeping on their backs and this bed is temporarily the Great Steppe, at the edge of Тэнгэр уул. Until tomorrow. So much peace is a little too unnerving. Thank God for telephones!
We tried cooking some cachapas, with preposterous results. The things would not cook, in spite of endless minutes of impatience against a high flame. It is yet another failed recipe, which should go into a special volume of banished inventions that could someday be made public for the common good.