Grrr to the French. . .

Specifically to the post office, for although they managed to deliver a package (from God knows who--could be Mom, Don, Dad, my grandmother, Uncle Mike, or someone else entirely) to the appropriate post office as opposed to the one a half hour from home, they are closed today--randomly--until 1:30. Grrrrr.

Film class felt like a film class today and I was relieved. And despite its long French title, I managed to recognize that the new film we are allowed to analyze is A Man Escaped, which brightened my morning considerably. I love that movie and it reminds me of Robin. Oh, Robin, how I miss you!

Tea now, I think, before I attempt the post one last time.