The madness of my current lifestyle will reach its peak tomorrow: I am flying to NYC for a meeting and I will have only 30 hours in the city. Two transatlantic flights within 48 hours, with my going to work upon landing back to Paris.  I don’t want to think about how good a shape I’ll be in at that point. The only important thing right now is getting there..I so hate crossing the ocean, and this time I’ll be doing it on the Airbus A380, the biggest passenger jet there is….a double decker, no less.

Fingers crossed!