Lunch in France lasts until 2:30. Very sweet to see all the kids going home from school for lunch; the little ones are picked up by their parents. But...I would really like Cn to come back from her lunch so that I can ask her like a zillion questions about everything! Stupid things, like needing to know what my phone number is here, or whether the fax machine is left on at night.
Ah well, learning non-attachment to things like schedules and so forth.
A friend of mine has asked me to fill in at a workshop in Berlin for a bigshot who cancelled his talk. Woo hoo!
1 comment:
Which workshop? Not SuB, by any chance? ;)
-e.
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