Maman always swore bad things happen in three, always. She would tell me, "Fleur, mon amour, il faut toujours ĂȘtre vigilant," or I must always be watchful for these things. I think she is just a little paranoid about such things. Today she was full of these wise words when I talked to her. There was no convincing her a stress fracture was hardly an omen of bad things to come. I am a dancer, injuries happen. It is not anything major. One of those air cast things, few days rest, and a short break from dance. That is it.
It has just been a long week.. Bill, let's run away for the weekend.