Today, although I have been active, including in domestic affairs, I have rested. Ironing shirts kills his man, especially since for three days I had been suffering from an angina that kept me awake because I was hypersalivating and after a while I was choking on my water. Trying to swallow, eat, drink, take even a drop of alcohol instantly cuts off your appetite.
The leaves do not seem to be ready to fade. However, by the end of September, they should already have a sense of the end. There are some of these unblemished autumns and this one may be one of them. The antlers will turn brown and will be bald by one or two gusts of wind. The next day, it will snow and we will not yet have our boots at our feet.
I heard that we are offended by some of the Quebec solidaire posters, that they are tinged with racism and politically incorrect ideas. Yet when they appeared in the setting of the 2018 campaign that was beginning, I smiled with my white yellow teeth. I laughed at this brown woman with curly black hair and immaculate teeth, this whiteness of the future in fact. I also laughed in front of Manon Massé's poster, her name written as a moustache with the rather easy slogan of "the new face of politics".