I just arrived and am the only person on this damn island who is working. My book is due the 14th at the latest. I'm putting on the finishing touches here in a little Polynesian styled cottage. Cristina and I were supposed to come together to celebrate me finishing the book but that is not quite yet true.

Here comes a box turtle as big as a soccer ball. In the distance a child is crying or maybe it's a goat.

My right foot is swollen, protein loss from the bum kidneys but for now it's not so bad that I'd be ashamed to wear my Havaianna flip flops. I'm thrown back to the memory of St. Tropez the summer I was very ill and so edemitous that I had to roll on compression hose before I got out of bed. I wore baggy sweats all summer and the boiling sun mixed with my anemia kept me always on the verge of passing out. Driving the car in mid day was suicidal. I saw more spots than street. Today I'm infintiely better but it still freaks me out if I let it.

That's enough for now. Back to work. I don't have a car and this cottage is in the middle of nowhere. God knows what I will find to eat. Tomorrow I'll get a scooter.