Underpass

Chores (including a not very interesting backblip), swam, saw the stroke nurse (who thought all was well), and class. Slightly disrupted the teacher's class on family relations by being the only person who lives with someone of the same gender. Gallic composure was resumed fairly quickly.

Talked private parts with just sitting, on the way home.

The underpass on the way to the baths has interesting lights. It isn't nearly this scary when busy.