We still go out into the city, or to the beach. We shop the markets. We've even managed to grab a coffee a few times. We work industriously on the move to Montpellier, not entirely knowing if it will work out, but willing to throw ourselves calmly at it and give it a chance.
But mostly still, I just cough.
The nights are worst and I'm counting 2 to 4 hours of sleep a huge victory for any night. I sip tea and pee and I cough every 20 seconds until four in the morning. I listen to music on the couch in the dark, study some French, and I scroll the Internet. There is no more anything of real value on the Internet than there was great entertainments on the television set 50 years ago.
Astonishing how much things change and stay the same.
What's life like in France, one might wonder who has vaguely dreamed of doing something like what we're doing.
It's almost amazing.
It is shocking how many things have to go right.
But I am still managing to keep this in mind:
When they do go right, suddenly the strangest thing is how few of them need to.
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