I started off the morning to the sound of Jean Leloup's La vallée des réputations in an attempt to drown out the construction outside. The sound I won't be hearing today is my voice - halfway through my haircut at Allison's yesterday afternoon, I just couldn't muster any more energy to speak clearly anymore, and we decided that I should become completely mute for as long as possible. I spent the remainder of the day following Manon and Dana-Ève as they ran errands and rented movies without saying a word. The girls took advantage of the situation and made fun of me whenever possible. It has been strange to be silenced and to feel the frustration of not being to express yourself properly. You can only hope that the person in front of you has a vague idea of what you're trying to say and that's it. Which is why writing in this blog feels more like a release today.

But, I can't write much more. I'm facing the usual mountain of work today and deadlines closing in with every hour, so I've got to find some discipline and tackle it properly... By the way, e-mail is the best way - the only way right now - to communicate with me today, given the loss of my voice.


Hey C, remember our trips to Toronto? Today, this one's for you:

Ballade à Toronto
Le temps passe et un jour on est vieux et puis seul
et rien ne reste plus que la fierté d'avoir aimé correctement
Ou la honte ou les tourments de ne pas avoir compris à temps -
attend j'ai quelque chose à te dire...

Tant qu'il y aura des étoiles sur le bord de la route nous pourrons nous arrêter
Tant qu'il y aura des rivières nous pourrons nous baigner
Et que plus jamais rien ne redoute d'autre destin que celui du doute
Jamais je n'oublierai les étoiles sur la route de Toronto
Et ce jour sur cette plage du lac Ontario