Wine and Swans

I had a great dream last night that I was at a theme/water park and George was there, and we danced, and I followed perfectly, and I finally understood what following means.  There was also a ride, which should have terrified me, or at least sent my heart to my throat, but mostly it just made me smile gently.  There was a man and his young son on the ride, and neither spoke anything like English, but the boy dropped his bear, and I gave it back, and he smiled, and the man did too.

Another day of Coptic with Irene.  I really enjoy her company; she's fun.  Who knows how the test will go.  Monday's the day.

After a day of working, I went to the grocery to get some food.  On the way out the guy who's always there selling the Straat magazine made a funny face at me, and I laughed.  I met up with Jennifer down at Einstein's for a glass of Glühwein and some conversation.  Mostly we talked about the joys and sorrows of being twenty-somethings always on the road.  And laughed, entirely too much.  That's the best part.

On the way home a swan flew over the canal in the darkness, white feathers reflecting off the quicksilver water.

Tomorrow I meet with the faculty.  I hope they either say "No problem, forget these classes, do whatever you want."  or "We've got to kick you out."  Just a concrete answer.  Ja oder nein.