We have our final Italian class of the Spring semester tonight (a week late because it started a week late), and there are rumors that we'll have to deliver five-minute presentations on something - anything - in Italian, of course. I have prepared nothing. I'm too tired at the moment to think about preparing in a mad dash before class meets at 6:30, and so I'll just have to wing it tonight. I suppose I can talk about our trip this fall, or my new job, or... I don't know what. It's strange for me - the one who wouldn't stop talking as a kid - not to be able to think of anything to say.
A momentous day, indeed.