Lost in translation

Today's class was led by a woman whose first language was French and whose thought processes were a bit lost on the class. She seemed to have ADD issues. Sometimes she would say nothing and I pictured insurrection in the class.

Since the rest of my professors have been excellent, I'm giving her a pass.

This evening David and I went to see a play called The Holy Holy Bus, about four women on a pilgrimage to religous shrines in the south of Ireland. It was a comedy and provided some relief to an otherwise dull day.

I made Halloween candy bags for Milo and Charlie next door, so I didn't completely blow off Halloween.

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