…and yet much is the same. Or much is slightly different. Or all different. I have more grey hair in the beard; I have developed a slight paunch. I walk now more than I run. I was in a monastery for 5 months and it did me well. My Czech is slightly better. Czech wine is much better. But the winter are still occasionally cold in Prague and give rise to views like this in the dear, dear Prokopském Udolí.
My heavens, this is in a city!
I hope to write more soon. Something less breezy and off the cuff, and more informative. Until then, be good, dear readers, and be dear, good readers.