There is nothing new to report from Chicago: the campus is dead because all the students are gone (we’re on the quarter system, so classes begin at the start of October), but the weather is pretty glorious. And it’s Friday again! Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili couches her usual obsession in literary terms, but she’s as cute as ever:
Hili: Midsummer night dream.
A: What dream is that?
Hili: A faint scratching of a mouse.
Hili: Sen nocy letniej.
Hili: Ciche skrobanie myszy.