Oona, Yalile, Ides, and Benny Day.

I had a hard time sleeping last night. I wasn't tired. I Skyped my mom and talked to her for a bit and by 1:30 I decided that I should turn off all the lights and try to rest. I probably fell asleep around 2:00 and got up four hours later for class. It was a surprisingly chilly morning and my body was not ready to leave it's bed, but I put on my glasses and stumbled about washing my face, eating my breakfast, robing, disrobing, robing some more until I was ready to go public.

I made my way to school. My usual twenty minute walk was especially pleasant because of this guys birthday...



Everything is closed, even the bootleggers have taken the day off. As I got closer and closer to school it seemed increasingly unlikely that there would be class. Sure enough, there wasn't.

On my way home this entry caught my eye.



I considered my options. Ahorro pharmacy and church seem to be the only institutions that are beyond a Benito Juarez Day closure. Seeing as I have anti-diarrheals and headache medicine for days, I chose the latter. I stopped by my favorite church, San Francisco. Church on a Monday! Matt Cowles would be proud.

But I can't say I'm religious, never have been. My Pop comes from a Catholic family and passed along a respect for the religion and has always supported us inserting it in our lives as much or as little as we like. Many of the values we Langlois kids were raised on are a derivative of Pop's Catholic upbringing. Lending a helping hand, compassion, loving thy lady of the night, so on and so forth. For me, I'm happy to stop by on occasion and take refuge in what is a peaceful sanctuary for me and my thoughts.











After 45 minutes or so, I snuck a few picture and ducked home.

Oona and Yalile celebrate their birthdays today. Happy birthday sweet girls! I miss you both and will be celebrating with you in spirit. Love, love, love. I can't believe I found a picture with all three of us! Courtesy of MK's Facebook album, "ICE COLD".



R.I.P. Julius. You are missed but not forgotten.