I’d say last night was the dumbest idea I’ve had in a long time, except it wasn’t my idea.
Let me talk about the events leading up to this near-disaster first.
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UK? Because I am.
Once upon a bright and sunny day in 2018, Yann and I found ourselves before the door of a residential building in Arles-sur-Tech, France. I had the key — previously hidden behind the green shutters of the window to the right —in my hand. I had yet to meet the person to whom this lodging belonged. This stranger had hung the black Reynaud-Bray tote I’d abandoned at the Toulouse-Blagnac airport a few days earlier off the doorknob to make it easy for Yann and me to know which place to rob.
Most things are coming up Milhouse.
It’s not a race.
Keeping a To Do journal continues to do wonders for my productivity. It differs from a day planner in that I don’t set a specific day to complete tasks. I write down what I intend to get done over my 3-day weekend. Whatever I don’t cross off gets bumped to the following list. I make two to three lists a week.
I did not expect the Tour de Victoria to make it into my To Do journal.
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The nurse pointed to the monitor, which showed my blood pressure readings, and explained that my numbers were high.
High, but accurate, given the week I was having. I was at the clinic to get a doctor to fill out yet another ICBC injury report, unrelated to last year’s accident.
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