I've got a cold settling in. The flu is called the 'grip' in Catalan, as in: it has you in it's grip. Don't think I have that anyway.
The school was closed this afternoon (welcome to Spain), the hunter is cooling her heels till Monday.
The books that we have been waiting and waiting for are all in. Why they didn't call me to tell me that they have arrived? I am not sure why. That WAS the arrangement.
Moving the boat is suddenly going very very quickly...on a Friday of course, and the office manager of the boat yard is gone on vacation as of today too. Ho hum.
Can't hear out of my left ear properly...getting a cold.
Nap scheduled for tomorrow...for sure.
Despite all that, I'm doing OK and it has been a nice day.
Spent the break at my Catalan class running the halls searching for a guy from my class last year, the only American I know here...I was SO dying to talk to someone about the VP debate...did it make you squirm and turn away upon occasion as well as make you tremble with fear? I was stunned by it. Many times. Not in a good way. At all.
OK, this is fast developing into an obsession..this presidential election.
God's will it seems.