A Dream Routine’s Developing

If I could spend all my Mondays like this, I’d be a really happy person—kind of like I am right now.

I woke up and took Tequila for her morning walk. As always, we stopped at the boulangerie for a fresh demi-baguette. Tequila waited patiently outside.

As always, we meandered down the streets of Paris, stopping to window shop at the incredibly unique shops scattered between grocery stores and hair dressers, or to pick up dog shit (450€ fine if you don’t!).

Back at the apartment, I make toast in my newly purchased toaster and coffee in my newly gifted coffee maker. As always, over breakfast—which includes fresh fruit from the market—I read the Times, Huffington Post, SocialEdge, Chronicle of Philanthropy, and the many geeky RSS feeds I received while sleeping.

Then I worked, taking breaks to walk the dog around Paris. Sometime in the morning, one of the (few) people I know here called. “Do you want to have dinner with me?”

Absolutely!

A little after eight, I wrapped up a fascinating work discussion for a wonderful evening of good food, great conversation and wonderful company.

Then Tequila and I take one last walk, and wish Paris goodnight. Tomorrow will be another day.