...l'oiseau fait son nid. That's what they say in French. "Little by little, the bird builds its nest." I'm doing that now — (re)building my nest.
I had a fairly normal day yesterday, in fact, except for sleeping in until mid-morning. I cooked lunch. I napped a little in the afternoon. I put away the things I took out of my suitcase the night before. I went out and walked the dog in the afternoon.
Today I got up at 6:30. That's normal for me. So I'm getting back on schedule. This morning I'm going shopping to get some food for lunch, and some things I've been wanting to get before I left for North Carolina. For example, a duck breast — I'm going to make jambon de magret de canard. In American, I think they call that duck breast prosciutto. More about it later.
I still am one day off. Today really feels like Sunday. I know it's not, but I lost a day somewhere over the Atlantic, I guess. I'll find it again somewhere along the way.