I cut my finger chopping onions for lentil stew. The knife was the perfect sharpness: it couldn't cut an onion without a little force, but it penetrated my soft wimpy skin like it was butter. I don't think I've ever cut myself so deeply. I didn't cry, though, so I get to have some ice cream.

After breakfast is my first Spanish class, taught by Janet. Jay is also a beginner, so we take the class together. I like the language. Janet gives us homework ( Read more... )