Today was a checklist kind of Thursday. Getting things done. All day at the Bibilioteka Uniwersytecka w Warszawie. Wrote and sent off long-delayed article about Polish theater director. Studied for tense on the present tense; took, and survived, test on the present tense. A productive day, and I feel completely justified in doing nothing tomorrow except cooking.

Consequently, I went on a late-night shopping expedition to the Arkadia Carrefour, to get ingredients for potstickers, wrappers, and Nigella Lawson’s pistachio fudge* (and some lightweight plastic bowls, plates, forks, spoons, knives and cups) all for tomorrow’s Warsaw Fulbrighter potluck.

Ingredients I forgot that must be returned for tomorrow: tofu for the vegetarian version of the potstickers, sweetened condensed milk for the fudge, and sesame oil because it is my favorite ingredient of all time, and even though it is possible to make the potstickers without it, why would you?

Oh, and Julian Barnes won the Booker.

I feel as if I have arrived in Poland. I don’t know how this happened, or why it happened today as opposed to any other day in particular–but I feel, now more than before, that I’m here.