thursday.

My actual "how my day went" sort of journaling has, this week, mainly been in e-mail messages to J. (who has arrived in Brittany and is discovering to her delight that when we met those friendly people there last year we weren't just catching them on a good night). This entry is adapted from bits of those messages, because why retype something if you don't have to?

Not that I have to put anything here at all, of course. But still.

( short road trip )

Declining quality of writing?

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P.S. Sarcy's comment makes no sense here because he is replying to a previous accidental post in this space. All is well.