Sleeping is no problem by the open door to the balcony, even if the light bed covering is slightly too thin for the cool air in the night. Perhaps a second cover will solve the problem.
The cool air is refreshing, the winter is icy, the summer is stuffy hot. None of these things matter to the way things in the world work but they are a delight, a comfort. Taking care of the own breakfast, early in the morning, is a pleasure too.
This morning the son is late for work, it is his second day and that is a bad start. The son is his own man now, and it is not a thing that his parents may interfere with.
Consider whether a trip to France next week would be worthwhile, a short leave of absence from home, from the situation here, from the situation that is becoming untenable. The area around about Besancon would be nice.
Many things would be nice, and there is no difficulty now in affording them. Today is the day for the doctors appointment, a new prescription. Life is still going on, even at this age past retirement. Age has come unannounced, it is suddenly there That is the way these things go.
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