Heading the wrong direction... in Who I am...

For the last few days, I've been thinking of sitting in one of my favorite cafés in France, enjoying the sun and listening to the music. Perhaps a pastis (or absinthe) in front of me as I bask in the sun somewhere in Provence.

Alas, it will have to wait a few weeks, for instead I am being dragged to California for the next several weeks to solve a crisis at a university medical center that should know better than to get themselves in this situation.

Readers from OpenDiary will recall my total disdain for the west coast. Because I hate going there, I charge them obscene rates if they want me - five times my usual hourly rate. But they dug such a hole for themselves they accepted. So when it's done, I shall let them fund my French escape.