When I read the blog tonight, David had a correction, or more accurately, a clarification.  He said Hitler in the dialogue from yesterday because we have been watching a British TV Drama called Foyle’s War and all there are lots of nazi sympathizers and talk about the imminent German invasion.  He doesn’t normally have Hitler on the brain.  He wanted to make that clear.

Today was a rough day.  We had Speech Therapy, which was good, but when David got up this morning, he wasn’t himself, and when we got home from ST, he went right to bed, and asked me to cancel his Physical Therapy session and we didn’t go to the Young Stroke Survivors group that he has been looking so forward to attending.  He says he is just tired, and that is what it seems like.  We will see how he is feeling tomorrow before I begin to worry.  Not much happened except sleep.

Read the blog, and already made the correction, Julia and Paul have moved into their apartment on rue de l’Universite.  The apartment sounds quite appalling, but she says they are happy living a bohemian life in Paris.  Then, the object.  Number 86.  Akan Drum from West Africa, by way of Virginia.