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Why doing laundry is good for you:

When you go out to do laundry, you're not home. When you're not home, you get e-mail. (It's like waiting for anything else; it won't show up if you're there waiting for it.) In the e-mail you get is a message knocking 30 composition exercises off the list of things to get done before tomorrow.

I feel SO much better! Now I only have to finish the last 12, instead of the last 42. And write the cover letter.

It's back to being December today. Granted it's 40 or so degrees out, which is still warmer than it could be, but it's a 20-degree drop from yesterday. And it's solid overcast.

I should go stick my head in the office and make sure nothing important has landed in my mailbox since yesterday, and then I should go to the grocery store.

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On my way to Satterfield, I bumped into a guy who used to come to the coffee hour last semester, and hasn't been doing it this semester. Apparently since he met me at the coffee hour, during which I don't speak English, and since the only other times we've spoken to each other were to exchange greetings (in French; he started it) while going in opposite directions, he thought I was French. He was rather surprised when he asked me what the deal was with the coffee hour lately and I answered him in unaccented English. Apparently I don't have much of an American accent when I speak French. (I can guarantee I've got one, though.)

I wonder if he'll start greeting me in English the next time we meet each other going in opposite directions?