She was grumpy.
All day long.
She did try to make things interesting by popping in Disc One of her French language set during the morning commute :
Pouty lips fumbling over tricky sounds. Phlegm bubbling up in her mouth with throaty new words. Her mind shifting between driving carefully and thinking strangely.
Actually, now that she thought about it, maybe that’s why she was so grumpy. She was busy being French in America….