(Monday night)

Spent a while just now trying to get through to the internets via
my phone and bluetooth, and now everything seems to work, except
that my dialup service doesn't remember my username and password.
Hopefully if I look it up somewhere else online and remind it that
I exist (and more to the point, that I can pay for this), I should
be able to connect in the hotel room. Until then, I'm writing this
offline.

I'm exhausted. But we had a yummy dinner for my dad's
birthday...la Regalade, in the 14th, as recommended by the NYT. It
was fabulous and all for 30 euros prix fixe. Among the dishes we
had were really yummy souffles, foie gras, a meltingly lovely pork
dish, and mom had a pumpkin soup that was preternaturally light
and fragrant. And, I know some of you will be interested to hear,
if you call them 72 hours in advance, they can make cassolet for
you.

Nice Irish boy for a waiter, though he seemed to have (to my ear)
Welsh vowels, the whole "oi" thing, which confused me.

My dad unfortunately has a cold, a word I had to look up earlier
today to get him drugs from the pharmacist (le rhume). I do like
the pharmacies here, the pharmacists actually give you a little
interview and diagnose things right there.

Mom and I went to get some of my stuff from the burbs, though we
left a good deal of it there. We took the metro to St-Lazare and
then a cab to the hotel because it was rush hour and we were a bit
worried about the transfer.

Did I blog about the fish in the bathtub that N's dad brought home
from fishing? Well, it wasn't there today, so evidently they cut
it up. (Though it still smelled kind of fishy.)

Going backwards (kind of a "Memento"-style blog entry here),
picked up my stupid effing translation of my birth certificate,
setting me back 55 euros; saw a forgettable apartment; had a
really nice appointment with AK who I think (despite my fears) is
in fact quite welcoming of a radical revamping of modal semantics;
she says it's a shame no one's done anything really new in the
last 30 years since she wrote that paper, and that the stuff that
had been done was "conservative". And she liked my vase falling
examples a lot.

Before that, her class, and breakfast with my mom; my dad woke up
feeling lousy from his cold.

It's nice to have my parents here.