Thinking about Laika (which just means 'dog' in Russian) makes me a little sad. Still, she's a hero in my book. Julie is working counting mail-in ballots tonight, tomorrow, and Saturday, so I am making dinner, just for me. And feeding the boys, of course. I could probably eat soup every day and not tire of it. There's a Cajun place near my office that makes a fantastic gumbo. Po Boy's there are most excellent, too.