workin for the weekend

I don't know why, but I'm really glad it's the weekend. My classes went well, there aren't any problems, but I'm ready for a lazy morning lounging on my clic-clac and catching up on writing letters that I haven't had time for this week. You might think, since I only work twelve hours, that I had spare time coming out of my eyeballs, but no. I don't know where it all goes, but I feel busy, even if I'm not. I don't have any big plans for the weekend, other than doing some work and hanging out with the Chilean assistant, Yasmin, and her friend Francisca Saturday. Don't know what we'll do, but oh well. There is some sort of fair set up in town that consists of bumper cars and about 25 of those claw things where you grab stuff. That's it. I don't know why it's there, and I don't know why that's all there is, but oh well.

And for those of you that were worried, I have already taken next Friday off for Thanksgiving. That's right, I'll be having myself a fantastic long Thanksgiving weekend here in France. Thursday night there's a dinner in Caen, and either Friday or Sunday or both I'll be celebrating with assistants there. Did you really think I'd let a perfectly good eating holiday pass me by just because I'm not in America?