Pouting in Paris

After seeing All the Art, and seeing All the Churches, and perhaps last night drinking All the Wine and staying up late finishing a mystery, today I had All the Muscle Pain (in addition to doing so much walking after many months of inactivity, the bed here is not good for my back). So right now I'm alone in the flat with a book and the internets and more wine, and Chaz is off exploring Paris. But we will go find a good restaurant this evening, and perhaps there will be more wine. And no whining.