Today I finished up my last big meeting here in the Paris office (Woohoo!) and I just have report writing left to work on for the final 2 weeks that I am in this office (bummer). Feeling a lot lighter on the shoulders after getting the presentation out of the way I went for an invigorating 6-7 mile run in the stagnant heat of Paris.
Granted, running out in the best heat that Paris has to offer still falls about 20 degrees shy of the average temperature that Houston boasts during this time of year. But the real killer is when I get home where the average temperature in my apartment is about 20 degrees hotter than the average temperature of my sweet, sweet air conditioned place back in Houston.
After my run I just cannot cool down. I have even tried to adopt "domestic animal rules" of finding cool cement or tiles to lie on to cool myself. Unfortunately there are only two tiled areas in our apartment - the bathroom and the kitchen. The bathroom is out (because to be honest I am not sure I had sniper aim last Friday night after a few beers) and Jennie seems to object to seeing my bare ass lying so close to dinner. So, here I find myself spending another night in swassy-land dreaming of a nice, refreshing Canadian winter...ahhhhh...
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