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Notes for the future

Limbo

Like in a film you’ve seen many times before, a high fever sets in as soon as the holidays are over, and I have to go to the doctor. During the holidays, of course.
The limbo of the days between Christmas and New Year strikes again.
Strangely enough, I booked my doctor’s appointment today, perhaps because there is no doctor but a substitute (with such an unlikely name that I would report it if it were not for respect for other people’s privacy)....

There are 11 of us left

There are no less than ten subscribers to this blog’s feed via GReader (the eleventh being me, which I need to know how long it takes to get up there).

When I closed this blog, not only did I no longer feel like writing, I was, above all, nauseous about all those people who were here for reasons other than having pleasure in reading what I wrote and for (true and sincere) friendship....

Notes for the future

Do not go to the hairdresser’s if you are unclear about what colour you want, especially if it is a bad day.
You might come back with a colour-indefinable-tending-to-pink-porch....