Pneumonia. I has it still.

Bah.

I work, I sleep. I sleep more. I sleep yet more. I work. Wash, rinse, repeat. Add a bit of coughing for spice.

On the otter hand, I made some iced tea with a tin of tea from Herrod's that [livejournal.com profile] quizcustodet brought me from England ages ago. Sadly, it got buried in the pantry stuff when we moved, but I have found it and -joy-. This is happy, bright tea. It's a great blend of Ceylon, Kenyan, and Darjeeling, and it brews up good and strong but not too tannic. Lovely stuff. :)

School story! One of our art teachers is from Brazil, and a very lovely lady indeed with olive complexion and dark bobbed hair. One of the kindergarteners asked her if she spoke Chinese. Er, no, says she. Korean, asks the kid? Japanese? The teacher is perplexed, then realized the kid thinks she's Asian. No, no, she says, I'm from Brazil, you know...Portuguese. Child replies: "You don't speak poor Chinese!"

I love my kids. :) (Some of whom are helping me learn Korean, ironically. Seriously nifty language!)

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