Twenty-Second Post / Home Can Wait

My plan had been to go home for Spring Break. My father seems to find my presence comforting, more so than that of my younger brother or older sister. Babushka would tell me, when I was younger, that I looked like my father shrunk up in water. While I've appreciated my advantage in his eyes, I have tried to be a good son to him and to exceed his expectations of me. I have been presented with a most promising opportunity, but I would have to stay in St. Louis for Spring Break to fulfill it. And though my father would appreciate my company, I'd like to think that this is the sort of decision he would make; my mother once mentioned that he delayed their engagement by three years when he was offered a position under Andropov, and I feel, also, that there are times when one's family must rest aside a greater goal.

We are going to smooth out the edges of the Abili-Compound, hopefully producing something that will meet FDA approval. Doing this inside of a week seems ambitious, but Donald (he insists that I call him Donald) has very high hopes for me. He's been told I have a flare for rapid computation.

I realize that my promise was to post here more often, but it seems like a truer calling has found me. If my family can wait, the blog can wait. There's work to be done.

-Vlad