Doing laundry (sale linge) and a Welsh lesson, and making rice for my dinner tonight. We've all been getting up quite early to get used to school schedules again, which tonight I close, so it will be a long one. I've noticed my brain really doesn't feel 'active' in the same places when I am studying Welsh as studying French. The Welsh feels like a 'shorter distance' from English because of the tenses, while the French (although I know more of it) seems like I'm going through more hallways between thoughts, making more turns and 'curlicues' to get to the same places. The Welsh just feels like I'm remembering to pick up different things on the same routes most of the time, with a few oddities.
Finished 'The Other Language', although I admit I skimmed and skipped through most of the last story because I was just ready to be 'done'. I have three more loans that have come available from the library and my Paul Auster book 'In the Country of Last Things' has arrived (which I can read anytime). The beginning of that book really does have reminisces of 'In the Cities of Coin and Spice' by Catheryne Valente I read a few months back...
Esme starts school next Tuesday.
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