Still casting frantically about for more remote academic editing work, sufficient to get back over the ocean and to the Balkans -- as an American, I am a creature of Europe, and it's arguably the most revealing part of the continent, with the confluence of the three, perhaps four, big civilizations. Decent arts, priced as a cultural necessity, not a luxury good. And I can afford to live, eat, read, write, and think there, even when I'm firmly in the cold stateside. American Navalny.
The task is essential -- I shifted to this mode as a means of surviving the crisis (which, as fate would have it, came in coldest, darkest winter), but if I run the engine in this gear for much longer, the frame might crack.