When you live more than 4,000 miles away (4261 miles to be exact) from one of your best friends, you often engage in the camp game "telephone" and creative 'truth-telling' to fill in the gaps of her life. Anastasia's partner got sick this last week. Really sick. The kind of sick that you should be delivering meals, doing laundry and entertaining the divine Ms. Malaika.
But, the 4000+ miles leaves you a bit impotent. And scared.
So, here is my virtual version of sweet potato burritos:
Marvels At the wonders (and minutiae) of this world. Respects all creatures (except maybe the Pope) and Treasures his beloved(s). Insists on reading obscure Neurology studies while sucking down coffee.