It must've been around 5 pm when we arrived. Nicole's house was located on the edge of the Fôret d'Ermenonville, in one of those tiny little French villages that consists of little more than a dozen grey-walled houses lined along a single street, and the last few kilometers, even after a full day of cycling, had been pure bliss. [...]Read More
I've been trying to find a new rhythm.
About four weeks ago, I started a new job. After so many years of working from home, I now find myself sitting in an office with a bunch of other people, 11 km away from home. It's good, of course. I get to accomplish things... finish them, even. I get to ride my bike to work. I get to meet new friends. In some ways, it's perfect [...]Read More