End of the road

France lost - it's all over the papers today. Thomas stayed home to watch the match with two friends and I went out to dinner with some anti-rugby girlfriends. Just before our dessert arrived we called home to see what the score was and France was still ahead. But by the time we finished and started to head home we knew that England had won simply by the prevailing silence. 20,000 people were in our neighborhood to watch the game on the waterfront and not a sound. The English were probably too scared to celebrate outside of their pubs.

Thomas is going up to Paris this afternoon to see another rugby match. He was invited to the Stade de France by one of his suppliers and couldn't turn the opportunity down. So he made it up to me by going out on a date with ME on Friday night. We went to a great Lebanese restaurant downtown and then went on a ride on the ferris wheel (my idea) on the way home.

This weekend we celebrated the end of harvest by sleeping a lot. Now until Christmas is his major travel period: New York, Chicago, Japan and somewhere else. Mia's had a hard time dealing with seeing her Dada so little during the harvest so I'm wondering if it will get better in the next few months or worse. She actually pushes Thomas away and runs for me when he comes home.

I sent them out this morning to buy croissants for a little father-daughter bonding...