Howdy internet, I am as giddy as a 13-year-old girl-who-just-saw-Twilight-on-the-weekend today. (Differs from other days... how?) I had a beautiful weekend of champagne and candlelight and overall awesomeness, and feel that I have been properly romanced. The freight train of workplace bitchiness that hit me at 9:45 a.m. didn't even phase me. Didn't even phase! Woo. It's all rose petals and starshine right now.

The big news of the day is that my days of Google-translating phrases will soon be coming to an end, as Sarafina and I will be taking French classes in the winter. It is my anniversary gift to her but also me. Francais! It's been on the "I've been meaning to do this pile" for almost as long as it was on the "I will never need to learn French" pile, which itself merely replaced Mme. Zaleski's assertion that absolutely, no matter what, I would regret dropping French in grade 12. (She was right.)

Once we have conquered French, it will be on to Italian, followed by Japanese and finally Mandarin, with side tours in German, Spanish and Portuguese, with the ultimate goal being, essentially, to be Indiana Jones. (Differs from the usual goal... how?)

Further in terms of expanding my mind, I am finally attempting The Silmarillion, after ten years of dithering. I expect to be finished in 2012. Meanwhilst, I went back to yoga on Saturday for the first time since the 24th of June, and compensatorially received a lovely massage last night to keep me from actually going insane with aches n' pains. Wow! Muscles! We used to be friends!