I was walking through an uber-modern part of a uber-modern city and saw something truly ancient.
Put your head down and work.
I need to get back to work.
Going to Kyiv.
Where I went and what I did throughout the previous year.
Home for the holidays, like I should be.
So bad it’s good.
Hey, at least I tried.
I’m not there yet.
Why do airlines hate their passengers?