I'm at a desk in a tiny, amazing parisian apartment. We got a lucky hook up for the place which ended up being cheaper than a hostel if we stayed long enough. Why wouldn't I want six days in Paris.
I can't see the Eifel Tower from the window, which is kind of nice. My view of Paris isn't iconic, but the street below (3 sex shops and all) still has that charm that only this city has. The kitchen is a microwave and a hot plate on top of a mini fridge but I would still live here without a second thought.
My shoulder's been acting up so I've fallen behind two days on pushups. That's ok, making them up is never a chore. I'm at the point where most of my daily requirements are no longer a concious desicion--I just do them as naturally as eating breakfast. Only when something goes wrong do I have do adjust and work things around it. It's a pretty fantastic feeling, plus it allows me to devote more energy to my practicing, knowing that my meditation, pushups/situps, running and the like more or less take care of themselves by virtue of routine.
One thing I'm regretting is that I didn't include enough projects--it's mostly stuff that extends the entire UBBt. My rationale was that moving to China is sort of putting that end of my life on hold, but these two extra months means that I could at least add a couple of things to my requirements.
Anyways, I'm in Paris! Woooooooooo!
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