I’m sorry for not writing yesterday! I did not even think of it, I think because yesterday didn’t feel like a holiday at all. Nothing happened of interest, except that there was turkey in the dining hall (which surprised me, but I was too late before they closed so I didn’t get the british Thanksgiving dinner). What did you do yesterday? Did you watch the parade? There’s next to no pumpkin pie anywhere in this town, and I suspect the country, so Mom’s going to get me some when I go home.
This week has been rather uninteresting. Just studying and going through the motions. I went to the British museum again for another seminar; the seminars are not very good, but I like looking at all the stuff there afterwards. A friend and I discovered more corpses than I thought were already there: ultimately, I hate the British museum. Imagine getting gawked at by tourists forever because some imperialists robbed your tomb in the 1890s. Outside the museum, I saw a shop that actually purported to sell antiquities — I saw a sarcophagus through the window. How awful is that? Where is it occupant?
On Saturday, I took a long walk to the post office (I forgot to print out a label and gave up on the affair, but). I saw a newspaper that referred to JFK as “America’s first president”, which was rather funny. I suppose that’s all that’s going on over here. I hope you’re sleeping well right now, and I hope you’ve been well. We’ve got a break coming up; do you look forward to it? If so, it will be here soon, if not, it will pass soon. Goodnight, Soren.
With love,
Alice