Le Dernier Jour (UN)
One more day… Sheila and I got up around 7:30 to get ready to go to Sweet Briar for my last two finals (Sheila had already finished both portions of her Atelier finals, so she only […]
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The First Time, The Last Time… (DEUX)
Sheila didn’t have any class today, it was just me up at the crack of dawn… unfortunately without much sleep again. I got ready for my final class of the semester, had my breakfast (I […]
Le Dernier Passage (QUATRE)
I slept pretty well last night. I “blame” my lock-jaw inducing cocktail of migraine medications… I got up about fifteen minutes before my alarm went off. Sheila and I had our breakfast together, then I […]
Taking Care of Business (CINQ)
Despite getting in as late as we did last night, I managed to get up around 9:30 to Facetime with my mother until about 11, when Sheila and I had our breakfast. Madame was up, […]
No More Sweet Classes (HUIT)
Note to self: Do not take Dayquil, non-drowsy allergy medication, and your normal dose of aspirin all at the same time to try to combat a cold. You will want to go curl up in […]
Malade, malade, malade… (NEUF)
Who lied and said that Nyquil helps you sleep for EIGHT hours?! I took it eight hours before I was supposed to get up this morning, and I’m pretty sure I woke up at four […]
Retour à Tours…
I managed to get most of my stuff packed for Tours last night, and I put my “morning routine” things in the carry on this morning after I was done using them. Madame was headed […]
Vraiment Gelé
The world should not be allowed to function at 6:30 AM in Paris when it’s freezing outside on a Wednesday, but alas, it does, and I’m supposed to be up and getting ready… so I […]
Marché de Champs
I got up just as Madame was leaving. She woke up Josephine (we’ve figured out that this is her youngest daughter) as she headed out the door. I got dressed to meet up with Joan, […]
Packing Supplies
Up again for the usual Thursday schedule. Sheila looked a little better. Madame’s foot seemed to be better than it was yesterday, she was certainly cursing about it less than she was yesterday… We talked […]
