Listening to live jazz tonight in a little club, I felt suddenly at home here in St. Petersburg. And a girl on sax: power!
Mom and I are spending our mandatory 10-day waiting period in this beautiful city. Until the court issues its decree on an official piece of paper, I do not have the right to take Daniil from the orphanage. I miss him terribly, but am also giving myself permission to luxuriate in this cosmopolitan lifestyle, punctuated by round-midnight hours. Soon enough it will be bed at 8PM with my boy. This is my last hurrah.
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