Here is the bounty!

I wrote to you a letter about my traveling back to Los Angeles, but you know what? 
It was kind of bleak. So, scratch that. Let’s talk about JOY.

This morning, I woke up superiorly angry.

It is VERY RARE. First because my first thought of the day is never “What’s my mood?”, it’s always “Where’s my coffee?” and that is enough to make me happy. But this morning, I was mad. I’m not too sure why.

So - I make the coffee, curl up in a corner and write - that’s when the “what’s my mood?” question comes up. 

And today, my mood was down. I had written a gloomy newsletter, I was negotiating with a potential tenant for my house that already was so annoying that - let me just not start on that please, and then there is THE WORLD, you know? Plus, and in a random order :

• It’s too hot to run. The days are too long so if you want to run without dying of a sunstroke you have to wake up with the chickens (it’s a French expression, it means : EARLY) or run at the time when I am usually sipping my Mezcal Of Th…