Is it Thursday already? Just yesterday it was Hump Day, and tomorrow is Friday, when we must choose our seats. I have a day of hard work ahead, with the only thing to look forward to being a big latte with two shots of espresso (made in my office). Well, I’m better off than most, I guess—my hard work doesn’t involve mining gold at 18,000 feet (see the latest New Yorker).
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, the Princess (and Editor) continues to have a better life than all of us:
A: Could you go and conspire somewhere else?
Hili: Don’t listen to him. This is my desk.
Ja: Czy możecie spiskować gdzie indziej?
Hili: Nie słuchaj go, to jest moje biurko.