soon to th Ukraine

Tiffany startd on her jurny to Vermont this mornng (to return in a week with a 9-year-old and a Corgy), and soon, George and I begin our first neibrhood-scoping adventur. We'r to hop on a bus and take a strol thru Ukrainian Village, a place with som cheap apartmnts advrtised on craigslist. He pakd som Mexican leftovrs, and I a tuna sandwich. (I did obligatory tuna-sharing with Vega, Tiffany's kity.) He looks quite redy, al bakpakd up and such. (He's wearng his cool brown hat as wel. Me: "George, I like yr hat." He: "Thanks. I like yr not-hat." Etc.) So off!