J'ai mal et j'ai du mal. Those mean two different things. I'm having a hard time writing the same old blog posts right now. J'ai du mal à reprendre ce blog, à continuer comme avant. That's the feeling I have : il y a un avant et un après.
It's the way I felt about San Francisco after the big earthquake in 1989. I never felt safe there after that. I hate the idea that I wouldn't feel safe in Paris, where I always felt so safe for 45 years. I know, it's all psychological.
A journalist on TV (Stéphane Bourgoin, whose area of expertise is serial killers) just said that people's fear of violent crime in France is growing (le sentiment d'insécurité croît en France), even though more than twice as many people were killed every year 30 years ago than now (alors qu'on tue deux fois moins maintenanant qu'il y a 30 ans). What's the explanation for that?
I guess I'll get started again one day soon. On verra. Peut-être demain. As a friend (who might recognize herself here) used to say when all hell was breaking loose at work: "Just do the next thing."