I read an article about Ukraine from my daily Google alert.
It was all about the Ukraine.
Soviet era behind us, the collective American conscience still clings to the definite article.
I tried to write a letter to the editor of that newspaper, but it bounced back. Apparently, they dislike constructive criticism.
In other news, Karen had completed her last teaching job before we hit the Peace Corps. I'm still working on both of mine, but my biggest ends on Friday. Once Friday is done, we're headed to San Diego to see the family. Then the weekends we sat down and planned for six weeks ago start hitting. Between visiting nearly everyone we know, buying stuff for Ukraine, selling everything else we own, and packing we'll be just as busy as we've been over the past five weeks.
Only this time, with more fun.
Not that teaching isn't fun.
But fun is funner or, as Karen says, "More fun."