Be Grateful

Pregnant

Another neato sky, around sunset, between Stuttgart and Strasbourg.

So it's come to this

Was there ever a term more pejorative than goodie bag? This little treat was doled out at the end of the Budapest Half Marathon yesterday (the buff Mrs. FAI and the soft, yielding FAI shared duties in a relay, enabling Team Voertsek to romp home in 2H:04M:47S, way off our personal bests - the normally energetic Mrs. FAI being somewhat put out by the recent shift away from clement in the weather, resulting in a leash-straining reluctance to do any exercise). It tasted nothing like I'd imagine a Mexican might, being notable more for the texture of antebellum teddy bear stuffing than the “flavor”, a sort of bland, claggy, freeze-dried onion soup powder earthiness, strained through a grey sock.

This is why I can never become an astronaut. This, and the bad math grades.