Today was Gabriela Day, a 3 hour holiday for me.
She returned from her weekend escape to Malta, full of stories, sunshine, and a suitcase full of… well, two things: a refrigerator magnet and a mysterious donut that may or may not have survived airport security with dignity intact. Still, it’s the thought (and sugar) that counts.
She also had photos! Glorious, sun-drenched Maltese moments captured on her phone. Naturally, we attempted to view them on the big screen. But alas, technology had other plans. The TV refused to cooperate, probably jealous it wasn’t invited on the trip. We gave up after a few valiant but futile remote-control battles and agreed to try again next week, when I’m back home and presumably more technologically gifted (or better at threatening electronics with unplugging).
We then tried watching the news. That lasted about five minutes before we realized the world is still on fire and no one brought marshmallows. So, we did what any sane person would do: we turned to Viktor Yushkevich.
Ah yes, our artistic savior. With his gentle brushstrokes and soft commentary, he soothed us like a human lavender candle. Within moments, our frayed tempers and news-induced eye-twitches began to subside. Honestly, Viktor should be covered by health insurance. He paints, we breathe deeply, and all is well.
So yes, Gabriela returned from Malta, the TV staged a rebellion, and Viktor once again saved the day. Just another Thursday.
