This morning I swear I heard someone outside our window yelling in Russian.
By the time I got up to check out what was happening or who might be shouting in Russia, I couldn’t see or hear anything.
And no, I didn’t have anything to drink last night, including a White (pictured above) or Black Russian or any kind of vodka.
At least, it would have then made sense.
In the meantime, I believe I’ll have a shot of something myself to clear my head.
Or as my Jewish ancestors used to say: “Mazel tov.”