Sunshine! I didn’t go out, however, due to feeling rather limp. James rang up. He is going to China for a fortnight. He got a visa to attend something boring, but it allows him days on either side for wandering about.

   Fergus is home from hospital. He has to inject himself daily with an anticoagulant— could I do that? — but otherwise is fine, Helen will be back on Tuesday, I think. Some such day.

   I was sorry to hear of Donald Sutherland’s death. I remember several films of his with a depth and precision unmatched by my memory of any other movie star: Mash (the original), Klute, Don’t Look Now. Especially the latter.

   Knitting went well. I got around the next pattern round in good order, counting, counting, counting. Now a plain-vanilla purl round. I can see the stripes beginning to look wavy, as expected, but that doesn’t help with knowing whether I am placing the next stitch in the right place. 

   Wordle: thank you for your messages of congratulation on yesterday’s two. Today I was back in the familiar groove: five. Three browns from my starters — two vowels and a consonant. Lines three and four were perfectly legitimate guesses — but wrong.

   Everybody else did better. Four for Rachel, Alexander, Thomas and Ketki. Three for Mark and Theo. No news from Roger, although I have learned that they are safely back in DC, united with their cat.