A recap, since I have nothing else to do at the current hour,
Saturday: arrive. very long, active, diverse, wonderful day/night. some sleep might've happened somewhere around 7am.
Sunday: morning (well, noon) was wonderful, including a sight I'd previously never seen in moscow: blue skies and sun! along with the snow and such, was entirely great. went on a picnic in the woods with nura at her family's country place. also dolboeb and shaltai_boltai. was crashing in the car on the way back to the city, so nura took me home and I slept for like 13 hours.
Monday: work. buy groceries/etc. go to bed early.
Tuesday: wake up at 2:30 am confused.
And there we are.
Nothing's more depressing than being out of time sync in another country.
I swear I had a dozen anecdotes that would've been more interesting than this post, but they're nowhere to be found. Maybe later.