It stormed all morning so I stayed in and wrote for five hours. Now I'm taking a break to explore the neighborhood, grab some groceries, and find a good cup of coffee. No less than three times when someone has realized that I'm butchering the French language they've asked me if I'm Russian. What on earth. I'm not even going to guess what this says about me. Next time it happens I'm going to say, "Yes. I'm Ivan Drago."
