To Cannes
The flu is passing. I'm still a little achey and tired, but I can rest on the trip. I've decided to head to Cannes so that I can rest on the beach and get away from Lyle. He came for lunch yesterday and spent the next five hours yelling at me. I would have had him expelled, but he was the most entertaining thing around. I did tire of him, though, and now he's pestering me to speak with him again. The trip is 5½ hours long, so I'm certain he won't follow. I just hope I can sleep on the way over.