My first foray

I have never been a patient patient, but with this case of flu I decided to be good and take it easy by staying warm, taking all the stuff my housemate brought me, making sure my neck had both a cold damp scarf and then a warm flannel one, and not rushing to recover (we won’t discuss the laptop on my bed where I continued writing). Reluctantly I decided to postpone going back to Argelès until February 7th but it made sense (which I do not see any inherent merit in one way or the other) after some medical tests, the Geneva Writer’s Conference and my writing mate’s reading of her book Back Burning at La Faim.
However, I reached the point of feeling better but with greatly reduced energy. So what should be my first foray into the big bad world after 9 days in the house?
The kitchen’s compost box was full of oranges, banana peels and was beginning to smell. Thus I took the huge walk twenty paces outside the front door to the compost can…Glory Hallelujah.