i woke up early this morning and had some of the left over couscous for breakfast. the lawn mowers had started earlier than usual in the courtyard, which i suppose is a valid punishment for those, like me, with mondays off.
we still had orange juice and that’s big.
i read a few articles of last weeks economist and folded a few things.
when my jeremy finally got up around one, he went straight for the orange juice.
i said, “so you want the good news or the bad news first?”
“let’s get it over with,” he said.
“okay so maybe i lied. no bad news today.”
That address, monsieur, if you so please.