Bless you for yesterday's comment, Southern Gal. I got up from my nap, logged on, read it –and rushed to the television in time for almost all of the final set. Cheering for Stan, like you. Wow! I disapproved of their silly clothes, and of the frenetic behaviour of the (presumably French) camera, but the tennis was sublime. And the right man won.

I should think Andy Murray is quite well placed for Wimbledon.

Medical

Archie and I both went to visit my husband yesterday. We found him dressed, drooping, slow of speech, but cheerful, or at least resigned. Archie thought he was better than the last time he had visited, whenever that happened in the current dreadful saga. My husband has lost a tremendous amount of ground since all this started. I hope soon to persuade a dr to attempt some sort of overview.

Life

I have just finished reading Stephen King's “Finders Keepers”. Not as good as “Mr Mercedes”. I seem to have mental strength for nothing but pulp these days. But it was funny, reading it, and listening to reports of that truly brilliant jailbreak in NY. King might well have scripted it.

Knitting

Again, lamentably little to report. I did manage a row or two of the sixth Pocket Square while watching the tennis. I'll hope to do better today.

I ordered Lucy Hague's Celtic shawl book.

Franklin's latest essay for Lion Brand is good. When is he ever less?

Here's a free pattern for a Chocolate Chip Cookie, from Mochimochiland.

And here's one, not however free, for a knitted granny.