St. Jean Fort Jolie

Day Off

The days off seem to be becoming more necessary but not any easier to decide. We woke up to overcast sky and a strong headwind. We kept debating — I didn’t want to cycle if it was going to be raining a lot and Dad didn’t want to cycle if there was a strong headwind. It spite for a little while and then the threat of rain seemed to abate. But the wind was picking up — even whitecaps on the river.

Dad is looking pretty gaunt and tired today but remains so goal-oriented that it’s hard to decide to stay, especially when there is very little to do here except rest.

The worst part is no junk food or English newspaper available. Dada came out with a classic oxymoron “Well, I guess we’ll just have to bite the bullet and do nothing.”