First thing every Saturday morning, 7-8am, is Greek with John G. He has so taken to the language, I will never catch him now. Like Wes, John has a remarkable eye for detail which serves both of them well in any number of pursuits, be it art history or the phonal characteristics of a dental in crasis.
Lynn-nore woke up nervous last night, worried about the baby. Today she worked herself too hard. We dredged up stuff from the basement and did a grocery run.
I'm nearly over my illness, but my energy is still zapped and my head the clapper in a great, universal gong.
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