I am back at our beach place. Several times I have awoken and think I need to get up and check on my grandsons or I think I’m in our Paris apartment. It takes me a few days for my body to figure out where I am each morning.
This was taken through the window in the waiting room of our doctor. I can actually just ride my bike over when I have an appointment, one of the joys of living here (as long as I don’t fall). I’ve been having trouble hearing from one ear and, as I expected, some ear wax had lodged on my ear drum and hardened. My doctor wouldn’t touch it so I have to go to an ear doctor to have it extracted. I think I may have done this to myself with a cotton tip while cleaning my ears. I guess I will let a little of that hygiene go.