So, clvrmnky has been sent once again to Europe to do work, that lucky monkey. This time the South of France. I’ve always had a hankering to go to the South of France, and it dawned on us, as we discussed the various difficulties of him coming for a few days to Accra, that I could instead go meet him in the SOUTH of FRANCE. That was Friday. This is Tuesday. I’m leaving tonight (late) and arriving tomorrow evening. The benefit of this plan is that I can spend the evenings with him on the days that he’s working, instead of just the days he can take off.

So, yesterday, lying in bed after my second violent bout of vomitting, I was contemplating the use of “ironic” in Alanis’s famous song. She’s gotten a lot of flack for it, although maybe more than she deserves since the second definition of ironic is “contrary to expectations”. But there are definitely some of her lines that, while they are something that needs more than a simple “coincidental” (and one has to admit that ‘isn’t it coincidental’ doesn’t really roll of the tongue very well), don’t really fit even the second definition of ‘ironic’. I thought this because I was thinking that it was ironic that I was barfing, but no, not really ironic.

The thing is, I’ve had this illness before. The morning before I took the bus to Accra to go home, I had the exact same illness. Vomiting, but basically nothing else. Once the stomach contents are cleared, rapid recovery. It isn’t ironic, really, but it is a weird coincidence. A coincidence that seems more meaningful than the term sufficiently conveys.

So, sufficiently recovered, on to France. I’ll be back in Ghana 6 days hence.

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