Routine all over, soon to be broken by the upcoming vacances scolaires. Nephew Valentin was in town over the weekend, allowing for some tourism (cycling across Paris to the Eiffel tower with the kids). The cold is back, winter is coming. So are some days cycling somewhere nowhere with friends this weekend, and a good week of renovation works in Burgundy. The baby is growing (fat), and the housing situation is no better with climbing interest rates and little to no market liquidity. The world keeps falling apart with growing anger and hate, and all there’s left to do is waiting for the next big
bang crunch, eventually leading to heat death. Unfortunately the latter would mean even more unbearably cold temperatures, something I cannot look forward too. I’d rather choose global warming, now!