The forested Czech countryside is whizzing by like an old film reel on a sunny train ride to Vienna. I’m noshing on some leftover challah I brought for the trip and sipping a coffee.
This is my happy place.
Yet it occurs to me that I have some work to do. It’s been, I don’t know, months since my last newsletter. Every week, my calendar reminder pops up, t…
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