The French Pace

I finally settle into the slow pace of shuffle-hopping down the hall after only a day with crutches. It seems to go with the territory - everything in France is just a bit slower, more laid-back, less hurry-scurry than Vancouver. The store line-ups that don't move, the drivers that daydream at a light, dining on escargot à la escargot. C'est la vie. Whatever will happen will happen when it will happen.

And now that I'm settled into the snail's-pace - our team project is ramping up ...


We raced through another TP meeting this morning in record time.

We flew through initial research for our Delivery System Group.

We rocketed through an outline to meet the report editor's deadline.

But we still weren't as fast as the French train system.

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It's bound to happen ... C'est mathématique!

Reporting live from the trenches, your wounded-in-action reporter,

Renee