That sound you hear is the tapping of my keyboard.
It's Day 3 of my après tourism job life, and right now I am "installed" (as the French say) at a table in the Starbucks next to the Gare Saint Lazare.
Starbucks may not have the most ambiance for cafe-writing, but I'm meeting a friend here for a coffee, they have free WiFi and great air conditioning - and on this October day, we are definitely having Indian summer weather.
On Day 1, I allowed myself to be a lazy sod. Did a load of laundry. Read a little. Watched a lot of videos. Slept a lot. On Day 2, I did some other housework and then went to an eye doctor appointment followed by a trip to the eyeglasses store to choose my new "look". I'll have the new glasses in a week, and I can't wait because I am now suffering through glasses with scratches and lenses that no longer meet my needs. (Insert requisite "aging sucks" sigh here.)
But now, enough lazing around. Time to get to work. "Work", for the moment, will consist of catching up on things at home, keeping my eyes out for a paying job that would meet my needs and interests (and where perfect French isn't a factor), getting the rental apartment listed with an agency and rented for the coming year, getting the memoir smoothed over and published, and breaking into paid magazine writing.
Oh, and continuing the crusade to rid Paris of parasitic padlocks. Every girl needs a hobby.
