Aches en Provence

All this travelling? Is honestly not doing my bad shoulder any good at all. And the track down to the gite is insanely steep and rough, and ... well, I am living on electricity and pills. And alcohol.

And proofs. I am not yet 100% proof, thank you for asking; it just feels that way.

Today we found the nicest bakery around, and then went to Aix en Provence. Which is not - I am told - where the good news originated, but never mind. It's good news on its own account. As usual, I am spotting houses for sale in all these nice places, and thinking that would probably be survivable. Maybe I'll go home to find myself rich; I am unable to check my email, on account of having magnificently left the desktop running, so it's busily downloading all my post and deleting it from the server. I shall come home to surprises: hopefully good ones. Finding myself rich, eg.

Tonight we have seen a fox and heard an owl and marvelled at the stars; it is decades since I saw the Milky Way with anything like this clarity. Just, it hurts my neck to tilt it. *is a crock*

A crock with fifty pages yet to proof tonight. I've lost a day off what was already a tight schedule, as it looks like we'll have to fly back on Friday to avoid the strike. And we're planning to go to Marseilles tomorrow. I wuold skip it, I would stay home and work all day, but - well. The Chateau d'If...