I forgot to mention that Martin and I were supposed to be in Paris this week. Our flight left (without us) last Saturday afternoon, 15 minutes before I went in for surgery. I had to cancel my flight and Martin canceled his, too, so he could stay home and take care of me. We were going for just a week because he had a conference there, so I don’t know if we’ll reschedule. Today I went to La Farine and bought a pain au chocolat (which they call a chocolatine for some reason), so I’ll feel like I’m in Paris. Yum. Yum.