Grey skies

So glad it's still grey out! I was afraid the sun would dry things up! *insert sarcasm here*

For the last, oh, week or so, every morning when I've awoken, I've opened my shades to the ubiquitous Normandy Grey Sky. A fine, spitting rain - so fine that at first you're unsure whether it's raining at all - always completes this panorama. Although when it's sunny in Normandy, it is truly beautiful, I have to admit that as we approach winter, it rains an awful lot. And as I've heard, this is gonna continue. See you in the spring. Hibernation time.

Unfortunately, I'm just kidding. I still have work to do, so I can't hole up in my apartment as I'd like... except on weekends. Consequently, I spent most of my weekend reading/watching bootleg Friends episodes online/talking to boyfriend/daydreaming about upcoming vacation to Tunisia (read: SUN).

I did emerge from my den a few times, to make comfort food down in the kitchen, for example, or to fail miserably at a match of ping pong. And I actually went out one night, with some merciful friends from the Foyer who invited me to taste some delicious wine (Jurançon, from the Jura region; I cannot even begin to tell you how amazing it was), and to go bowling.

So who won?

Well, of course, yours truly, or better known in the bowling world as "Lorene" * made a stupefying comeback at the bottom of the ninth... oh, wait... nevermind.

That's me on the far right, by the way. Black tights with bowling shoes = "la classe."

*or Laure, Laura, Laurine, Laureen, Lorraine, Laurent, Laurence, Lauren; I have seen it all, and the French seem to interchange these names at will.