Today I was full of Spanish. It filled me up and I was brimming with all the vowels and soft syllables, the trilled r's and the galloping rhythm of the sentences. I had things to say in class and I said them fearlessly. I felt so wonderful.
Not all Spanish days are like this. Many days I don't understand anything and I can't articulate. I hate not being able to say what I mean.
This weekend is so welcome. Another week at the Chronicle has ended, and we had far fewer difficulties than we had a week ago, when the server had the flu and we had to do some voodoo with wires to make everything come out all right. All good and faithful techies of the world deserve a hug, but ours earned a gold medal of awesomeness.
Today's picture is a darling comic from the archives of the Chronicle--circa 1982. Enjoy.