Arrived home at 1:43 last night, after having a lovely supper at Le Chalet in Montreal with Lil, Lise and
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Slept well, but woke up at 3:13 a.m., feeling as if it were time to get up. Then slept till nine. Thought about how, when I went on holiday, I was exhausted, sick with a bad head cold, suffering from insomnia, and lacked energy to do anything much. Today I felt energized and happy, healthy, and even less troubled by my damaged arm.
Perhaps the moral of this story is that I should go to Europe more often. (I wish!)