Thursday, January 14, 2010

Dead fish and the new year.


Ft Myers, January 12, 2010.

It's been cold down here, unusually cold for an unusually long time.
Today we got brave and went to the beach - and found it strewn with dead fish. A passer-by informed us they were killed by the cold.
The new year slid in with no big news; the Peruvian family came and went, and so did Fridman, and so it's us four again. We got food poisoning, discovered a doctor of Chinese medicine who is from Britain and speaks French (and keeps us healthy) and keep unfurling our days following to the smaller ones among us.

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