Home Again, Home Again

I’m so happy to be home.

I woke up early and had coffee and steel cut oatmeal.  I feel pretty strange, but I’m trying to stick with the day.  It’s beautiful in Rockridge–sunny, temperate, and green, just the way I left it.  I put some laundry in and went to Trader Joe’s.  When I got in my car my left foot kept looking for the phantom clutch–not there in my automatic–and I felt a little small in my big Japanese sedan after almost a month in a little Renault.  Since I’m too tired to be up walking around there’s nothing I’d rather do than lay by the sunny window and post about Provence.  Here it comes…


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