Right on time.

I woke up dreaming in French. No idea whether or not my grammar is better when I'm unconscious or not, because I don't remember anything about the conversation. All I remember is waking up, being mildly disoriented by the linguistic il y a quelque chose qui cloche là confusion upon the meeting of my conscious and subconscious mind oh, ça va, je rêvais. pourquoi am i still speaking en français in my tête?

I watched television, sorted my laundry, packed it my suitcase, ugh, made a Banania mocha (yum) and toasted some brioche to tartine with butter and strawberry jam, eventually wandered out of the house, returned some boots at the shoe store and picked up yet other boots to take their place - this was something of an adventure, as I've noticed that returning things tends to be kind of like a game of willpower-based chicken between oneself and the salesperson. I deployed my village idiot grin. Village Idiot knows that the receipt says she can return these unworn boots! Village Idiot will stand here all day long grinning at you and making people uncomfortable with her pointless bonheur! Village Idiot is not sophisticated enough to understand your crazy Jesuitical reasoning about why she cannot exchange the boots! Village Idiot just keeps pointing at the receipt and reading the part on the bottom out loud!  GIVE VILLAGE IDIOT WHAT SHE WANTS. Which, interestingly, actually worked.

The new boots have a rugged lug sole and a round toe are brown oiled leather and lace up the front and have straps around the calf and look like they would be pretty good on safari or possibly as part of a browncoat Firefly costume. They are wicked comfy but not particularly chic.

Picked up vegetables and fruit, plan to make lentils for dinner. I must do laundry tonight or tomorrow morning as I can literally put it off no longer unless I'm going to start running around with nothing on under my coat which, no thanks. The laundromat is just so desperately cold and uncomfortable and expensive and not very close. It's too easy to put it off.

Must finish translating part II of Julia's materials tonight. Then am quite done with doing not-my-own-work  for the duration of the semester. I am glad to do it for her - she is a darling and I feel I've made a real friend and will miss her very much despite our relatively short acquaintance - the older I get, the less I take for granted the people I click with. But I'm anxious to knock it off my to-do list and float other things closer to the top.