I’ve been to a lot of places (49 U.S. states and 7 foreign countries), but strange places? I dunno.
I suppose in 2000, when we drove from Carcassonne to Sainte-Marie via back roads, you could say it was the most foreign-feeling place I’ve been. We explored a couple of small abandoned castles, stopped at a tiny winery run by one guy who didn’t speak a word of English, waited for a herd of sheep to cross the road. Not really all that strange, I suppose, but it was to me.
A rather mundane Moanday so far. My ‘roid hasn’t shrunk at all, but it hurts less, so I guess that’s progress. The interwebz says they tend to go away in a few days, so here’s hoping.
I did pass my proofreading final earlier this month, by the way; don’t think I shared that at the time. I am now volunteering as a proofreader on Project Gutenberg, which is dedicated to digitizing as many public-domain books as possible and offering them as free e-books. That should help build my resume and I should be able to go after actual paying customers before too long.
Tonight is trivia night at the clubhouse, so that’s something fun to look forward to.