Peter called from Monoprix. It was almost as good as being there. His patient was resting comfortably on Thursday, so Peter had a some-expenses-paid full-day all to himself in Paris. And since Niger is in the same time zone as France, no jet lag. He said they are putting the little lights up on the rue de Rivioli. Oi. At the place with the really good Vienoise he had a perfect coffee, served in the china with the flowers. Oi some more.
Our car has arrived! They backed it into our driveway yesterday afternoon, complete with Nigeriene plates. I’m kind of scared to drive it though, it’s sooooooooooo sandy here, our street is like driving on the beach, deep soft sand. Trapping sand, says Stefan. Also, it’s impossible to see what you are backing over and people are always walking behind everything. Also, the car has no gas, and I have no cash and no coupons they pass out at the embassy to get 25% off. I think gas is $10 a gallon here or something. Too bad we didn’t get the Land Cruiser you plug in.
The little bike of Stefan’s that we stuck in the back of the car was still there. So was my Starbuck’s ice tea cup I had put in the glove box. I came to the embassy with my ice tea in a tall Starbucks’s cup and everyone did a double take.
Stefan crawled in bed with me early this morning. "Is that noise crickets or Santa’s sleigh?" he asked.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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