I know why they have eggs at Easter!

It's because we're all egg-shaped the day afterwards.

I avoided chocolate (for the most part, anyway -- admittedly there were a couple of bad moments with the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups), but it was a double-ham-dinner day, and I ate so much of the pink stuff I'm afraid I'm going to start oinking soon. (I also drank about six gallons of water to compensate for the salt, and was tempted last night to resort to elastic waistbands.)

But I went for a walk and wrote my words and had a modest lunch today, so I'm feeling slightly more human.

However, I realized half an hour ago that I'm teaching a class tonight, and that I haven't yet come up with the writing exercises I want to assign. So I have to toddle off and do that now.

Before I go, though, reading-wise, I'm on a France kick right now; after working my way through Peter Mayle's latest, which was fun, I picked up Mireille Guiliano's book French Women for All Seasons (I'll post the link later; this browser won't let me do it). I have many, many things to say about that book, but little time at the moment. For now, though, I will say that thank God the French women I've met have little in common with "The French Woman" as described by Ms. Guiliano, or I would have been tempted to throttle them all with their fashionable scarves. (So attractive! So versatile! So potentially lethal!)

Oh -- and I wrote 1700 words today. In case you were counting. :) (I am, but then again, I'm the one with the deadline. Er, deadlines. Three of them, in fact. Gah! Need chocolate...)