Last night I found a strident error message ("Your request didn't contain the proper sessionid cookie -- access denied!") when I tried to log into my work account. My colleague in DC will try to fix it today or forward my work emails to my personal account. In a way I feel kind of liberated - for the moment at least.
The nicest thing anyone ever said to me recently: yesterday the communications person from Luxembourg said (in French) "You have the air of someone who is at ease in French." I wanted to cry in happiness and appreciation because I'm not at ease in French. Not at all. But I'm thrilled to find that at least I give that impression.
I had a couple of hours between meetings yesterday so I took advantage by going into Presqu’île, one of the main shopping areas in town. I couldn't believe how the streets were absolutely packed since it's the sales season now - why weren't these people at work or school? It was around 11am, and school's not out til next week, so apparently I wasn't the only one playing hooky. I was extremely disappointed with Elena Miro. None of the cute clothes that were featured on different websites were in the store, just a lot of the usual shapeless matronly clothes in loud colors. Ugh. And exorbitantly priced to boot. I miss Target! Why, you may ask, do I even bother with clothes shopping, what with the difficulty in finding my size and the tanking dollar? Because my petty self relishes the day when someone says "Cute outfit! Where'd you get it?" and I can smugly respond, "France."