Life is good. Over the four days or so, I've just felt so centered, and I'm not entirely sure why. All the things that bother me, that have been bothering me, seem so miniscule and insignificant. And they are. In retrospect, they're all so unimportant. I'm the one that wrongly assigns them importance, and it's stupid of me. That's human nature for you though. Good old human nature.

This time tomorrow, I'll be on a train from Paris to Poitiers. I don't think life could be much better.