This morning I'm going to visit my father. This may seem odd, but I'm a bit nervous about it. It will be my first visit with him since he was in the hospital. He sounded much better when I spoke with him last. I hope he is well. The drive is more annoying than usual since both possible routes have detours. I have to zigzag around the area. I don't understand why the road repair is planned in such a foolish way.

My husband pushed me into asking for a French class next week after weeks without. I know I shouldn't keep avoiding it, but it is a bit stressful knowing I'll have to get back to it, especially given the awkwardness of my cancellations. The instructor was offering a class tomorrow, but that would be impossible for me.