Well, I did go to French class. I waited until the last possible moment to decide, and then had to rush through my homework and hop on a bus to make it just barely on time, thus maximizing my stress all around. But once I was there, I was glad I went.
It's the same every week -- once I get to class, I'm fine. Getting there is the challenge.
After I came home and we had lunch, Dave and I took Olga to Fortune Green for a romp with the Kong. We were just one of several dog-human duos or trios running around the park at that moment.
We managed to keep her out of the daffodils, which was a feat unto itself.
Olga says, "Give me my KONG!"
Afterwards we went for a walk around the cemetery. I've photographed these graves before, in other seasons. The second one from the right is always in blossom with some flower or other.
Needless to say, someone had a great time, always on the lookout for les écureuils. (A word I learned yesterday!)