Blew a fuse -- nay, THE fuse -- for the apartment this morning. Luckily, M. Vuistiner, the best landlord this side of the Atlantic, solved my problems and then invited me to tea in the restaurant. Ian is worried that I will be lonely here, but obviously I am already a pro at breaking things and influencing people...
Today is a work day (these short stories don't write themselves), but I'm planning on channeling my Intrepid Explorer impulses and taking a walkabout in the afternoon. The trees are...knobby? Gnarly? Bulbous? (Man, this writing stuff is hard.) More on the flora, fauna, and flaneur possibilities later, I'm sure.
Ian sends his regards. I've noticed he's losing weight in spite of the daily lunch-feast at IMD, but otherwise he doesn't seem to be doing too badly. If things get rough, he always has 20 sessions of Jungian psychotherapy to fall back on (and, as I discovered yesterday, so do I -- go Partner Program!).
Yours in mental health,
Laura
2 comments:
And speaking of light, it seems it's always sunny in Lausanne - at least all the pictures on this blog are sunny! Is this a plot to get us all wishing we were there or is the weather really that nice?
if you come back all addicted to therapy, i can hook you up with jujitsu, couples, and fambly therapy, each catering to one dimension of your jungian archetypal neurosis.
:-)
alison
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