This past weekend didn’t look much like our usual weekends at home. The poor Frenchman came home feeling sick Friday evening and I forced him to stay in bed all weekend. He’s taken the day to recover today, too, but to do that in France you need a note from your doctor saying you are sick which requires going to the doctor’s office. I was shocked the first time I learned about this rule, the last time I needed a note from anyone to be sick was when I was in high school. There are a number of reasons I don’t love that system but I had to laugh when R. came back from the doctor’s today and told me the doctor said it was most likely a ‘gastro’. No matter what you actually have, I feel like the doctors always write you a note for the ‘gastro’ in France. So there’s a funny little “bet you didn’t know that about life in France” tidbit for today.
Needless to say I never got to the marché on Sunday. We both had a rough night Saturday because of a sudden fever R. had. It left us a little shaken and I had trouble getting back to sleep. To relax back into sweet dreams, I starting thinking of Christmas in New York which seems to be on my mind this year. I don’t know why but it’s making me feel so festive dreaming about it and it worked, I went back to sleep, and now I’m ready for my favorite season! So this morning I just wanted to keep dreaming a little and pull together some things from my Christmas reverie.
Dreaming on a Monday. What did you daydream about this weeked?