10/14/2026

10:02

Paris, France.

Breakfast finished a bit ago.  Had to go to the desk and have one of our keys re-charged, or booted.  Didn’t work after getting both replaced last night.

Nurse a little under the weather.  Plans for today, Napoleon’s wee tomb and Orsay.  Not ready to leave, but strangely eager to get back into the track of instruction, designing curriculum and writing lecture notes.  But, more….

This whole trip I’ve been revolving in the contrast, asking myself what I want for the rest of my life, however many days left on this planet one writer has.  Do I want it to be in an office, much I love it and the company, its values?

OR…. Do I want more of this.  Travel.  Time with the Nurse, building ideas that I know work for capturing happiness and peace, making a life of gratitude and watch the magic you’ve only thought attainable in dreams materialize.

Answer, obvious.

So…. It fires.  The gun.  The race to 7127.

Yesterday in the champagne reason, back in wine’s map.  Images and vineyards, smiles, stories and memories.  It has to happen now.