Minor flurry of activity in Moscow yesterday, trying to head off a particular problem in the Caucasus before it arises. We’ll see.
Home again. Long wait at Mosocow airport, with bizarre combination of images of Reagan’s funeral from CNN with the sound turned off and a Queen album playing loudly in the background. Read Thom de Waal’s book on the plane.
Bridget seemed genuinely pleased to see me when she woke up (too early) this morning, which is nice. Looking forward to weekend.