“I never could get the hang of Thursdays” say Arthur Dent, of “Hitchhiker’s” fame, and I agree.

Had the early morning French, and everything after it was something of a blur. Not exactly a memorable day. Lots of reading. A little writing. Some desk organization. Walked a bit around the neighborhood in the afternoon looking for a bakery, but failed to find one that actually had bread (bakery apparently can mean patisserie in the part of the world).