Strange memory

I was trying to fall asleep when I started stressing about a paper I wrote years ago on Gothic archetechturein the carhedral in Colonge (Köln), Germany. I recall the teacher being from Armenia, but not even what state or class I eould have written such a paper. So, why the heck would I be worried about what I wrote about it when I actually know nothing about it? It does not matter at all amyway. It was just the kind of thing I did. I loved that Catherdral and wanted the world to know I climbed it's steps (though I don't remember doing do, now). They were doing reconstruction on it at the time, I was told there was usually an elevator available but, mot during construction...hmmm. they had elevators when the Cathedral was constructed? Also, I wonder where all those pamphlets/books went, and why I had that guy for a teacher, it was a temporary thing. I can remember that.

Funny

My father has Tudor blood and my husband's mother has Stewart ancestry. Pretty ironic, but my mother and father both are descendants of the Stewarts, too. But, I really wonder who isn't sometimes.

Simplicity, huh?

The very fact that he explains it as simple solidifies a supernatural source. What one man defines as simple another defines as impossible.

And the track record is eirie to impossible.