Oops! He Did It Again

Greetings from Ukraine, where I am growing increasingly enfeebled and have got to get out of this hellish eastern oblast. Not because of the aerial bombardment, but because of the surly Russian waiter denying me the apple juice he offers to all other breakfast customers and the pretty but charmless Kharkov girls pressing in on all sides and offering to show me the town in exchange for getting them approved for immigration to Canada. War is hell. But it is also, generally, very clarifying. I stood at my window and watched a drone pass leisurely across the skies from right...