Everything's fine
Today I went to Paris to drop off a Vola guitar, which will be on display alongside a Signature Quentin Godet (Kadinja, Ten56) that belongs to the master himself, until Sunday.
I stopped for lunch with fellow IT colleagues at the François Mitterrand Library. It was really nice to see them, even though we communicate regularly on WhatsApp. There are very few of us (not enough, in fact). We are all very different people, each with our own unique personality. I think we all appreciate each other, with our strengths and weaknesses. We often fight against windmills, which is THE proof of our usefulness. Let's just say that without our “fly in the pie/stubborn” side, the apps and websites we work on might not have progressed as much, or would have been much more expensive.
After six weeks of disconnecting from this part of my life, I am amused by the two sides of how I feel. I feel good with them, plus the weather is great for the first time in... um... let's say... Anyway, it's nice and warm. We don't talk much about cancer because they can see that I'm doing well. I tell them about my latest AI discoveries and other things, and they give me the latest news from work. I'm interested, but at the same time I feel a bit like a spectator. It's not awkward or, as they say nowadays, it's not “uncomfortable”, but it's there. We chat, we joke around, and I enjoy the hour and a half we spend together...
Metro, heading to Mairie de Montrouge, everything is going well: in five minutes, I handed the guitar over to the show's stage manager, who also likes my glasses (!). Quentin will drop his off a little later. I'm on my way back, everything is on track, and I'll be in Étampes in time to pick up Doudou (the dog) from the pet groomer.
The evening is going well. I'm even considering spending Saturday afternoon at the guitar show in Montrouge. However...
