Lunch Confusion

Working from home makes meal times just flexible enough to cause all kinds of confusion. At what point have I missed lunch? I mean, if it's after three and before six... is it still lunch? Or do we need a new word, like lunner? Dunch is more fun, but since dinner comes after lunch, I don't think it works.

And if you work in an office, just how late is too late to go to lunch? I mean, at what point does your boss just say "To bad. So sad. No soup for you!"?

Drive Friendly

Scene: You're in crazy traffic. A car one lane over and just ahead clicks on its turn signal. You make space. They hesitate. You wave them into the space you've created in front of you. The car slides in ahead of you and its driver waves a thank you (usually with their right hand, just under their rearview mirror).

What happened to this tiny exchange? I've been actively seeking it out for months and am sad to say the thank you wave looks to be extinct or at least seriously endangered. This isn't a matter of national security or cause to alarm environmentalists or anything, but I miss it. That small detail made the roads nicer or at least friendlier.

Fair Warning

I've done it: a blog full of posts en français. That's right, people: this is me foisting my foreign French on an unsuspecting public. Vive l'audace ! 

And 'tis only the beginning. Blogging in my third language is freaky cool and makes me feel a bit like a superhero, an Adèle Blanc Sec of the blogosphere! I'd get a cape, but it doesn't seem like a very French ensemble.