Well, my new apartment is basically full and my new backdoor actually works now - all thanks to Ahmed! Thank you, thank you! (Now that I know that he downloads my blog each morning and sends it to Tami.) You improved the quality of my life 1000 fold! Between the racist kitchen island and the access to the backyard, the place is actually habitable now!
We went to Freret Cafe and I have to agree with you Jen that it wasn't Pyramids quality. (We couldn't go to Pyramids for obvious reasons ... you know, Ramadan and daylight?)
So now I'll just take one more load over and then I'll do some unpacking and then some more revising on my paper.
Jenny kept telling me, and now Ahmed is, that's a good space for me, this new apartment. Keep telling me and I'll believe it more. It feels weird to have my bedroom RIGHT THERE by the frontdoor ... but maybe it's just a Creole thing I'm living (they welcomed guests into their bedrooms for business dealings).
OK, a little packing, a little moving, a little unpacking, a little revising.
But first, a little chocolate. Always.
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