I am tired all the time. I keep thinking that I should work on adjusting to the time, except I'm flying back tomorrow so I will have succeeded in teaching myself to be late to work. So I will not be replying to anyone just yet, not even the five hundred and four word message I got back from no. 138.
I am very excited to write back. But I would like to trust myself a little more.
The grammar guy who has a column in the San Diego Union-Tribune wrote a list of Olympic announcer errors, and along with "amount" versus "number," he got to my favorite pet peeve (is it possible to have a favorite pet peeve?) which is a soft "j" in Beijing. JING, like jingle bells. The Chinese do not have a soft "j" sound, but Americans tend to Frenchify what we want to sound fancy or foreign, so we give the Chinese a French makeover and everyone does it and it's annoying.
(The next morning, I open my computer and discover that I didn't even post this.)