So we went to Nagorno-Karabakh, and then we were back here in Armenia for a week, and then I went to Bucharest, and then I went to Chisinau, Moldova.
And then I got sick. Urpy stomach, achey head. Took half an Ambien to help me sleep. Fell into bed at 9:30. Got up around 2 and staggered downstairs to... do something, I'm not sure what. "Well, as long as I'm downstairs, I should check my e-mail," I thought. Claudia found me an hour or so later passed out in front of the computer. Which is a first.
(Yah, first Carlos, then me. Go figure. But he seems to be worse off, so send some love his way.)
And there's so much to blog about! Nagorno, Moldova, Bucharest. Old Bishop Teoctist finally left us at the age of 91, so Romania has a new Patriarch -- a liberal, but he was probably working for the secret police back when, just like everyone else. Sixteen Polish tourists got trapped by avalanches on the Trans-Fagaras Highway last week; as the Romanian English-language paper put it, "the tourists were very surprised to discover a destination where they could die". Armenia's economy is continuing to defy gravity. Nagorno-Karabakh has a new government. There will be a new Chipmunks movie out this winter!
I'll try, I promise, just as soon as my stomach settles down. Meanwhile: open thread.