Almost a holiday...

After a spate of short rush translations this morning, Galina and I headed for Durango. It felt like a trip to another planet, seeing as how I've not wandered more than about three miles from the homestead over nearly the past eight weeks.

The trip tuckered me out, and I took a late nap, after which Galina and I had dinner and we watched Inglorious Basterds, although I had misgivings about doing so. Still, watching a Tarantino film is a lot like reading and Ellroy book: despite the gore and depravity, the products entertain.

It's late. Time to get some quality shuteye.

Cheers...