It's astounding how quickly I've resumed normality. I've taken the boy into creche and as was my wont I've returned to Chez Prune for a coffee afterwards even though a new cafe on the approach to creche looks quite appealing.
I'm quite pleased about the familiarity. It's so reassuring.
What's not so thrilling is the news from the medics. The nurse at RFI told me to be wary should I get a cold or fever over the next couple of months as it could be malaria.
That's good to know. I've got another four days of the malaria tablets to go and then I'll be free of that concern.
They're a bit jumpy at the radio station about the tablets. This follows the demise of one employee who came back from an assignment abroad and didn't take the tablets once he got home to Paris.
Suffice it to say there was an opening in his department.
I will be vigilant.
Of course the full reimmersion will only begin once I recommence training for the football.
Nothing quite as highpowered as the Africa Cup of Nations just the veterans league.
Ultimately it's all about goals.