Long story short: I have one of those flus not included on the list for the flu shot I received in October. (That explains my absence yesterday and the length of this post.)
Where some may see adversity, I see opportunity. I am in the throes of the ultimate detox. Merci Mother Nature. I have a great story to tell you about France, friends and pharmacies when I can leave the room connecting with my chambre. It's a tale about relationships and the extraordinary contact one has with one's pharmacist -- more on this after my nap. (That's one of the benefits of being unemployed. I have unlimited -- unpaid -- sick leave.)
Now back to my famous Teddy Bear who is no longer in this world. Last night I said to My-Reason-For-Living-In-France, "Would you please do something for me?" His eager reply was, "Anything." (He always says that.)
"Merci par avance," said I. "Would you be so kind as to pop Ted into the microwave and nuke him for three minutes so I can put him against my aching back?"
Five-ish minutes later he came in with a smoking Teddy Bear wrapped in a towel. Ted no longer smelled of his famous lavender to help me sleep. He was burned to a crisp and brought tears to my eyes, not because he was beyond emergency intervention, but because he was giving off toxic fumes. One of the dogs had a coughing/sneezing fit. Hilarious.
End of chapter one. More later.