Quand tout va bien, c'est glauque. And, on the Fourth of July.

C'est qlauque

One of the things that Benoît and I have in common is that we are both superlative worriers. One of our favorite jokes is quand tout va bien, c'est glauque, which means when everything is going right, something's shady.

I can't help but have a creeping feeling today.  For the first time ever, I finished first in my cooking class, with a rather nice roasted lamb, if I do say so myself.  I cleaned up all my knifes and slid out the door while everyone else was still sweating over their potatoes (usually, I am the very last one out the door).  That seemed strange.  I got changed and left, and saw none of my classmates on my way out, which means they were still working.  I was 3 pm and I had a free and clear afternoon in front of me.  My bags seemed unusually light.  Shouldn't I be carrying a 17-pound box or something?  It all seemed way too easy.  I waited less than a minute for the metro; and later, when I got to the bus, which usually sits there for 10 minutes before taking off, it started up and left right after I stepped in, and I had my choice of seats!  Weird.  When I got home, I found that I had not forgotten my keys, wallet or cell phone at school.  And finally, despite my weekend bender of starbucks and malibu, I've lost a kilo and gained a weensy bit of muscle definition on my stomach.  Something is totally glauque.