Je suis semblable melasse

Which translates to something like "I am like molasses". As in my writing is as slow as molasses, going up hill in--you guessed it--January. I didn't get much done this morning. I was going over what I had done yesterday and making some fixes. Which means to stay on track I have to complete three chapters tonight. Groan.

And completely unrelated to any of that, I have decided that I want to resurrect my French lessons from school and try to learn the language again. In truth, the languages I really want to learn are Russian and Gaelic, but I thought maybe it would be wise to start off with a foreign language I had some base knowledge of, not to mention one that used letters of the alphabet similar to my own. So I might look at doing that next year.

Then, once I master the language, I'm going to run away, bum around Paris and eventually end up living in a little villa in the South of France. Feel free to stop by for a visit if you'd like.