Rentrée continues.

My phone is autocorrecting to French.

There are moments when I can no longer spell in English.

I guess I am « entre les deux » between both (countries).

Sleeping well. Rising early. And slowly unpacking my memories from Paris. I’ve sorted the souvenirs that are mine, from those purchased for my kiddos. My heart in each.

Did I mention my cat-sitter, who took care of Lulu, is a lovely friend and neighbor? Ginnie fed Lulu well. Very well. Lulu is now a bit of a chonk. But a happy chonk, so I’m happy. Also happy to report that Lulu has held no grudge against me for my sin of loving another in Paris. She seems unbothered by Luigi, whom she no doubt smells on my things.

Ginnie also left for me the book, Paris to the Moon, which I am reading every morning with coffee. American coffee.

Speaking of chonks, I ordered and ate half a pizza last night. I couldn’t remember the last full meal I’d had, and I was suddenly starving. There’s half of it in the fridge, which I considered for breakfast.

A grocery trip is in order.

Putting away my clothes – so now would be a good time to donate or dispose of items I no longer wear or that no longer fit. I’m not good at this. So I Googled, « Why can’t I get rid of old clothes that don’t fit or are worn out? »

I’ve not yet found an answer that resonates.

Meanwhile… I need a nap. 💤