The Borzoi has now been a resident of the United States for the past 42 hours. It all worked out. Hell froze over -- the Russian breeder fronted the $800 suprise airline charge. Bribes were made. But the dog was put on the plane, was met at JFK, and after it's 10 minute pee on a US Flagpole, was driven to Pittsburgh.
I didn't find this out until about 10 hours after the fact -- I knew the dog was in the air. And then I didn't get the phonecall saying it landed safely. I was at the telephone office when it opened the next morning, to discover they had run out of calling card time. Between the stress and minimal sleep for several days, I guess I opened myself up for illness. The illness that kept my mother in bed for 2.5 of the 4 days we spent in Moscow. I've spent most of the last day or so in bed with a fever, but now that I've actually had a good night's sleep without any Borzoi anxiety, my SuperImmune system has kicked in and I'm back up to wandering the streets.
I've managed to plow through most of The Last Samurai (Helen DeWitt). If you haven't yet read it, I highly recommend it to a minimum set of (kiad, qiika, bucy) but I think many of my readers would enjoy it. Much language fun, and child prodigy stuff. Make sure your memory (you've seen it already, right?) of Kurosawa's Seven Samurai is up to date. Having seen only the trailers, I'm not sure how this book and the Tom Cruise movie can be related. Other reading I've done this trip (not much) is McCloud's Understanding Comics, Bernstein's Against the Gods, and Moore's Writing for Comics.