i think i have my first corsican cold. woke up this morning at 10 to 8 in order to go on my daily "walk up the mountain" with aunt julie. (i know that's not too early, but we stayed out late last night at our first dinner party with three other couples. hey, maybe that's why i'm not feeling great :) dragged my sorry self out of bed and made it to her door with a minute to spare. knocked. no answer. grrr. walked back down the driveway to our place. grabbed some kleenex as soon as i walked in the door. just in time to stop the SNOT from flying out of my nose.
so here i sit on our couch, constantly wiping my watering eye (just the right one) with one kleenex and blowing my nose with another. i'm not henri, i do use two such kleenexes for each separate action. while i do believe in the multifunctionality of tissue, i really detest the thought of snot in my eye. don't you? gross, dude. i mean, c'mon, there is a whole box of them. and another one in the cupboard. while we may run out of gas every so often on this island, i'm pretty sure the stores won't run dry on kleenex. ok, sorry. just one of my pet peeves.
back to me being the poor little sick girl. i'm going back to bed. but maybe later i'll fill y'all in on the strike action here in corsica. yep, it involves tires being lit on fire and men in black masks. and ports being blockaded (in marseille where our stuff is hanging out, all alone, and in bastia, near where we live) and cara not getting her stuff. still. again. yet. pas encore. grrr.