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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