you say stop, I say go go go

Just as I've been getting over my fear of flying, I woke this morning to a rather unpleasant nightmare about dying in a plane crash. Then I had a day of teaching, in the windy rain, and I decided to treat myself to an apple tart. Not that I really need excuses for treating myself, but I like it when I have one.


Tomorrow I'm off to Poitiers for a medical visit for my residence permit. Which means early morning and trains, but also no work. Yay for being an alien?