It's currently 50 degrees Fahrenheit outside my window. Raining off and on. I have a mug of white chocolate with a little bit of pumpkin spice and cinnamon mixed in, in one of my favorite mugs, and some made from scratch gingerbread men my neighbor made. And I'm sitting at my desk, listening to Miles Davis duets
while I review French.
Two days ago I typed this paragraph and said I'd soon be able to strike off the last four words. Now I can. I took my French language exam. Who knows if I passed (I'll find our in a week or two), but this means I can stop the constant reviewing and move on to other things that are much more interested. Or, you know, just catch up on The Daily Show.
It's nice to be able to breathe again.