A perfect day, redux

After all of the research and reading of the past week, I decided that I needed a mental health day today. With that in mind, I triumphantly turned off my alarm clock last night before going to bed and allowed myself the luxury of sleeping in until nearly ten o'clock. Glorious. After a leisurely breakfast, I stepped out in the the sunshine and walked across Ile-St-Louis to the Bastille, where I bought tickets to the National Ballet for Thursday evening with K and M. (Side-note: I have been wanting to go to the ballet -- any ballet -- since I got here in February. In fact, I have dreamed about seeing the ballet in Paris since I was little. And now every time I think about it, I'm 10 years old again!)

I meandered back across the river to my neck of the woods, picked up cookie-baking supplies at the grocery store (this was slightly complicated by the fact that in addition to peanut butter and chocolate chips, apparently the French are not wild about brown sugar), and treated myself to a pita with falafel from the shop on the corner.

I came back to the apartment and did a little bit of reading. Then, to reward myself for this unexpected burst of virtue, I watched a movie on my computer while reading up on Giverny and Strasbourg, my two day trip destinations with K and M next week. Blissful relaxation.

Sadly, the better angels of my academic nature are now pulling me back down to earth. And so to an analysis of the leadership crisis in the French Socialist Party I return...