The previous post was written late at night, which is to say 8:22 p.m. when most of the day shift had gone home.
During the night, someone kicked me in the miniscule and little-used part of the brain responsible for facts and I sat up in bed and shouted, Yulia! Surprising no one. See, I don't remember any hard J sound rattling her front teeth when I asked her name. I'm sure she enunciated the lilting and mellifluous Yulia, and the Mankato filter in my brain changed it to the correct pronunciation -- Joooleeuh.
While we're at corrections, I did not blurt out anything about her delicate icy beauty. Goodness, I'm a
very good liar professional. I think I said, "I like your tweed. Coat."
Everything else is true and accurate. Pretty much.