Merde, cakes, and love

A horrible (lack of) sleep, bizarre dreams, and waking up swearing. And two unsuccessful naps? Complètement merde. On top of that I'm all achy which makes me think I'm getting sick, but then I remember my dance workout last night during which I did a few (a ton of) enthusiastic squats after many previous months of not doing squats.

And it's also St. Patrick's Day, which no French person has made reference to today. But no matter because Ruth is going to make a GUINNESS cake tonight.

Edit: no Guinness at Franprix. Huh? We got some other stinky dark beer. Cakes (2!) are in the oven!

Secret garden and cute camion

Sending love to all the people in trouble right now, around the world and at home too. XO