I have relinquished all hope of sleeping through the night without interruption by this morning. I hadn't had high hopes when I went to bed yesterday night, so I couldn't care less about waking up twice in the middle of the night. However, the notion of not being able to spend the nights with uninterrupted periods of sleep starts to vex me a tiny bit. Not to mention the adverse effects it imposes on me, so it's high time I did something about it. Anyway, I completed my homework, which consisted of two tasks: 1. watching a sketch by Catherine Tate and writing a short summary about it, and 2. word transformation. I was elated when I finished the summary task because it felt natural for the first time in a long time. I'd explained to Charlette the other day that all my previous lessons and the little dalliance with ChatGPT resulted in a sort of cacophony in my wee mind, meaning my English seemed like falling apart. Well, not falling apart, but expanding to an extent where one's mind must put together the puzzle pieces to take the language to another, higher level. I enjoy this process because this is a clear sign of progress, which I'd been hankering.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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