Saturday, October 16, 2010

A Week in Paris

I apologize for the silence. Seems the gods or God had found a way to move me out of the world I was swimming in and onto something else entirely.

I had a window open, as it were.

I got a job.

And the nicest part about this job is that I needed to get some training. In Paris. For a week.

It was good for my soul, my soles, and everyone. The tribe has missed me. The Man has missed me and, believe it or not, I missed me.

After the days' training sessions, I wandered Paris. Into museums, churches, stores, restaurants, and parts of that wonderful city I didn't know before. I got lost, I got found, I got blisters, I got my hair done, I got time.

I'm home now and I am beyond happy to be here. The children are crying, the floors need to be cleaned and my Man has made me coffee.

There's work to be done.

4 comments:

Sonya Heilmann said...

I love hearing how good the week in Paris was for you, Dig!!

chateauview said...

Glad to see you're back and liked Paris. Due there next weekend also sans enfants et mari! Best of luck with new job and speak soon xx

Dancers said...

love you xx

kissmekaty said...

xoxoxoxoxox