We began the day with a protein breakfast at a local diner, positioning ourselves for an appointment at 9:30 am for manis and pedis - a trifling excess to which we have become accustomed with age. Afterwards I had a meeting with my audiologist to consider the next course of action. She and I engaged in a prolonged discussion of the types of devices available, the anticipated effect of them and a general discussion of what in the industry is labeled a "disease" (hearing loss). We settled upon a brand new production of the model I had been experimenting with for the past couple of weeks. The overriding persuasion for me is the intention to avoid regret six months from now when I will be removed from the compensating source.
Following this sequence of performances I was manifestly drained. I returned home, muted and weary. For the better part of an hour I snoozed upon my large green leather chair. When I awoke I was duty bound to go bicycling - for exercise and to cherish the agreeable springtime weather unfolding on the country fields roundabout. I had as well a lingering desire to drive my new automobile but I confined that pleasure until later when I resolved I could kill two birds with one stone - which is to say, drive and go grocery shopping.
On my routine cycling jaunt I encountered friends with whom I stopped to chat. They gossiped about the winter activity of themselves and mutual colleagues. The lengthening day was proving to be exceptionally pleasant. The billowing white clouds afforded a unique picture. By degrees I am reacquainting myself with home territory. The burdensome issues which have predominated the past month are gradually thinning.