French Milk

I think I like coffee more for the ritual of it, than for the caffeine
of it. And now I am living ritual free in the mornings, and I don't
quite know how to get out of bed.

Paris planning is getting underway.
The emails have started.
Emails are both convenient and frustrating. It's hard to say what you
want without sounding like a whiney baby. And it's hard not to get
annoyed at the language other people use sometimes.
Sisters.

Got tipped 5 euros last night. Gonna put it in a shoe box.

Bought this really sweet book called French Milk. It's about Paris.
Food, mostly.

I have decided that if this new way of eating is a lifelong thing, I
am breaking it for Paris.
There is no way I'm going to Paris and not eating chocolate croissants
and a cafe au lait for breakfast at least every other day.
I will just have to wear a beret. (just kidding)