My theme song for November? Everything is fine, Madam Marquise.
Not a word about my anxiety about the November 8th midterm elections in the United States.
Even in the intensive care unit, nothing about our healthcare system. He is rescued: Super Christian is in charge.
I will remain silent about this outrageously inflationary system that continues to enrich the rich and impoverish the poor. Can’t help me, can you?
Absolute silence on our bridges and roads. Construction sites, traffic jams, closures and cracks, what meaning in the vastness of the universe…
Motus and mouth sewn on the war in Ukraine and the murders of Iranian women. believe in miracles
The World Cup in Qatar? Since when does football have principles?
I put on my rose-colored glasses
Luckily, we just spent an extra hour under the covers thanks to the time change.
This early November is very mild… But it has nothing to do with global warming. Greta confirmed it to me.
Good news ! The five-day isolation for COVID-19 is over. Very bad for morale, isolation.
My grandma told me this week:
“How will the French do?” There is a shortage of mustard in the world!
— Yes, we cry in Dijon, but back at hockey, baseball mustard is pouring out of our hot dogs.
A shrewd Quebecer had anticipated the blow by buying batches of mustard seed harvested ahead of the drought.
All is well in the best of all worlds
See how I’m not always looking for the little beast.
I focus on beauty.
It was Mrs. Bombardier who recommended it to me. The poor girl who was criticized for being depressing wanted to save me from risking the same fate. So I practice magical thinking. I spend my Sunday in the land of unicorns. I dream…
She is a very good advisor, Ms. B.
