you've chased the sun around the cote d'azur

Posted on Posted in journal, whistling in the dark

This evening I made it home, fired up with the energy that a brisk walk in the chilly drizzle will give you, ready to launch into my daily wordcount, ready to catch up on all the useless stupid little errands that conspire to eat all my available time… and then I read about the girl in the window (link courtesy of dooce).

Now I feel like I've been punched in the solar plexus.