It is after midnight and I'm still doing e-mail. Some intro notes to France, which feel akin to sending query letters to Universities, most to friends trying to catch up. The gorgeous weather made it hard to stay in all day. I did succumb and had tea in a friend's backyard--full of roses which were adoring the sun and a new puppy, Maude. Revived by tea I trekked from Kentish Town to Maida Vale -- where decent public transport does not exist -- that's why God made mini-cabs in London.
Cooked dinner and headed home where I did -- email. There is something wrong with that, but at least friends who are calling my US cell phone and getting a disconnect recording are learning that I've turned it off during this trip. Verizon has sucked enough blood and life from me already. Don't we all feel that way about the phone company?
Off to bed where I will not think of mobile phones or emails. I need to practice how to say wireless modem in French...yikes.
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