Sunday...

• Went to brunch with the local Francophone brunch group. Enjoyed it well enough; understood everything anyone said, except that it took me a minute to remember what hypothécaire means.
  
  The world loves synchronicity: at one point they started talking about the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, which one of the men is going on next May. And I just saw a movie about it yesterday. His wife sings Gregorian Chant. Cool.
  
  
• Walked to the Green Door and back. It was a beautiful day for walking: it had been raining, but was dry by then, and beautiful.
  
  
• Small world: Margaret, whom I just met on Friday, was there - not at the brunch but working at the restuarant. We exchanged a few words (in English) about the next book for the book club.
  
  
• Started work on another free-lance project.
  
  
• Sorted the pile of papers in my "to be sorted" bag beside my desk, and filed them, mostly in the folder I got yesterday.
  
  
• Felt tired, with aches and pains. A bit of a headache. Why? I wasn't dealing with EI today.
  
  
• I made a soufflé for supper. Pim came down and we watched two episodes of Supernatural.
  
  
  
  1. "The Mentalists" - best episode in a long time. Lots of character bits and interaction between Sam and Dean, an interesting supernatural murder plot, no Leviathans, Dean and a girl showing mutual interest - I liked this a lot.
     
     
  2. "Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!" - very silly. It did have some fun moments, but I'm not much of a Becky fan, and after the initial scenes, she was as annoying here as ever. Loved Dean's reactions, though. Best thing about the episode: Leslie Odom Jr. as Guy, the Crossroads Demon. I always like Mark Sheppard, but I thought he was looking a bit worn out here. Haggard, even.
     
  
  
  
• Pim showed me a videogame in which the space-cowboy protagonist looked and sounded like a cross between Mal Reynolds and Dean Winchester. There might have been a bit of Cowboy Bepop in there, too.
  
  
• maaseru came back from Halifax, looking exhausted.
  
  
• Studied some French, but not enough. My brain is broken.