Almost gone

Friday today. Tomorrow is our last day here in Germigny. Too bad. I was just getting started again. I wrote ten pages in five weeks. Most of them in the last three days. The rest of the time I spent recuperating, which means peeling off wallpaper, sleeping, painting the walls, more sleeping, laying lino, still more sleeping, mowing the grass, and then mowing it again, and again, and again. August has been a real grass grower of a month, which is fine, but 2500 square meters of the stuff tends to keep you busy. No complaints. Time here has been exactly what I hoped it would be, except that I had hoped it would be even longer.
Back in the Netherlands work awaits me. And the doctor, of course. It's been two months since he removed my prostate and now he wants to see how I am doing. And I want to hear what he has to say.