About ten minutes ago, I hit the submit button for my grant application. I have never produced so many drafts of the same eight pages as I did this past month. Writing is hard.

So now that I'm just depressed about the election, instead of depressed about the election and stressed about the grant, I'll try to post more. I'm predicting that tomorrow's post will describe how I sat down on the floor in front of a shelf of PN 5 books and wept in frustration because every single book on Lermontov that I have dutifully set down on a table as I left the library, instead of hiding them in the stacks, has disappeared.

I'm also giving the new Pépin a whirl this evening. Maybe I'll let you know how it went. -Zh.