I was kind of blindsighted by January. It may have been the Seasonal Affective Disorder thing (in spite of the fancy desk lamp I bought a few years ago), but I fell into a funk that was hard to get out of. I had the flu not once - but twice, each time laying me up for a week in bed, exhausted and feverish. While I was down for the count, my third bike was stolen in Paris, which didn't matter all that much because I'm taking a break from biking as I've been hobbling around with a knee injury that's going to be fixed shortly.
On the plus side, now that we have Netflix in France, I had a chance to get caught up on a lot of television shows, including being able to finish all the episodes of the wonderful Nurse Jackie.
The other thing that cheered me up with going to the outdoor market, with my cane, to find the stands loaded with happy mounds of citrus, including tangerines and clementines from Spain and Corsica, and Sicilian oranges with bright green leaves. I can't seem to get enough of them and like most French people, I just peel and eat them just as they are, although they make a lovely sorbet. (I use this recipe, swapping out tangerine juice for the orange juice.)