This is a week of transition amongst many things.
French Class has ended (for now), which makes me very, very sad. Guillaume was away this last week and a substitute teacher came in, which also became somewhat disorientating.
With every end comes a beginning, fortunately. And the Dream Country rehearsals are just the boost I need.
My days have gone on for as long as 14 hours (6am to 8pm). And I have people think that I’m twiddling thumbs. Amazing.
Cooking has taken a back seat this week, but I’m determined to whip up some loaves tonight because I’ve pretty much created the perfect loaf.
Yes. I said it myself. Perfect loaf.
Loaves I would gladly lie (and die) on. I drool all over my pillows anyway. Why not bread. Ha.
I’m really too tired to go on any further now, so I’ll leave you with pictures until I catch my breath.