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Tuesday, August 30th, 2022 10:17 pmEvidently muggy was not the word for yesterday. The humidex was *37* all yesterday evening. No wonder I dripped on the way home.
Today was marginally better in that a temp of 22 had a humidex of only 30, but of course it rained. Once again I got out between cloudbursts to pick up meds. And could have made it to the library for more holds this evening after the rain turned to magnificent purple and gold cumulus clouds, but elected to wash dishes and vacuum the living room instead. Then essayed getting onto the floor- easily done from the couch- and the exercise my chiro gave me yesterday- a variation on the bridge that can't be done on a mattress and that I can barely do on the floor. Of course, then came getting up which is letussay problematic. Or problematic on rainy humid days when knees refuse to play nicely.
Because it's allergy season I can't drink wine and don't want to drink tonic, so yesterday I bought various coolers to try. And my but coolers work remarkably well to iron out the achey pains. Fewer calories than I would expect, less sugary than my local's Singapore Slings, but also- really not something I should be drinking at all.
Christopher Fowler does not like Agatha Christie, as he says so very often either directly or in side swipes. But I'm finding Fowler's recs unsatisfactory, so when I returned the tedious Miss Hargreaves yesterday, barely forty pages in to its 300 and many, I got a collection of Christie short stories and read them tonight most happily.
Oh, and that Innes was truly like a reverse Murder on the Orient Express, and even more unlikely. Shall say no more for fear of spoilers, but yikes.
Today was marginally better in that a temp of 22 had a humidex of only 30, but of course it rained. Once again I got out between cloudbursts to pick up meds. And could have made it to the library for more holds this evening after the rain turned to magnificent purple and gold cumulus clouds, but elected to wash dishes and vacuum the living room instead. Then essayed getting onto the floor- easily done from the couch- and the exercise my chiro gave me yesterday- a variation on the bridge that can't be done on a mattress and that I can barely do on the floor. Of course, then came getting up which is letussay problematic. Or problematic on rainy humid days when knees refuse to play nicely.
Because it's allergy season I can't drink wine and don't want to drink tonic, so yesterday I bought various coolers to try. And my but coolers work remarkably well to iron out the achey pains. Fewer calories than I would expect, less sugary than my local's Singapore Slings, but also- really not something I should be drinking at all.
Christopher Fowler does not like Agatha Christie, as he says so very often either directly or in side swipes. But I'm finding Fowler's recs unsatisfactory, so when I returned the tedious Miss Hargreaves yesterday, barely forty pages in to its 300 and many, I got a collection of Christie short stories and read them tonight most happily.
Oh, and that Innes was truly like a reverse Murder on the Orient Express, and even more unlikely. Shall say no more for fear of spoilers, but yikes.
