Monday not like the others

Last night we watched a movie to relax.  Catherine was eyeing something near the ceiling.  EM followed her gaze and found a tiny little bat hanging on the wall.  She was no bigger than a ping pong ball.  Even with my glasses I had a hard time seeing that it was a bat. We turned off the movie and all the lights, opened up the windows and after a few turns around in the house, she flew off outside.  Yes!

Emmanuel went to work today.  But he's home now for... we don't know how long.
He wanted to pick up some groceries on the way home, but the store he stopped at had a line out the door.  We have stuff to eat.  I just wish I hadn't forgotten the onions Saturday.  We have some in the garden. We'll be fine.  He said there was less traffic however quite a few cars with several people and loaded with bags.  Folks escaping to the country.  Our Parisian neighbours are all here.  I can't blame them.

When EM got home he started cleaning his computer.  The key board etc.  I decided that was a good idea as I don't know the last time mine was cleaned.  He vacuumed his.  So I did the same with different results.

Some keys at the top went missing....

EM, being the wonderful husband he is, quickly leaped into action taking the vacuum bag outside to operate.  The keys were found.  All is right again.

We are expecting an annoucement from the president this evening of further measures to protect us from the virus.   I was reading the world news and came across an article in the Guardian about hospitals in France titled "We are ready".

I read the article out loud to EM and got a bit a head of myself in this paragraph:

"And the mood in France is changing fast. Exasperated by the public’s nonchalance – the decision to close schools and universities from today prompted festive gatherings in parks and on the banks of the Seine at the weekend – the French president, Emmanuel Macron, is reportedly planning to impose more pleasurable measures including a curfew and neighbourhood-wide quarantines."

I replaced draconian with pleasurable.  What was I thinking about???

And to finish for today, an article also in the Guardian about what to have on hand for situations like this.  The last paragraph got my attention and we have a few on hand:

"Finally, the food writer Harry Eastwood informs me she recently decided to slice and freeze all the lemons in the house “because gin without lemon is almost not worth it”. Almost. Good luck all!"