Today was my 88^th birthday – also Madhur Jaffrey’s. I look in the Times most years to see if she is in their list of Distinguished Birthdays for Today. Often she isn’t, but today she is. It’s also my son-in-law David’s 58^th. Rachel rang up, and also Archie from Thessaloniki. 

 

Helen drove me to and from the dr’s, and I got the bloods done. Where have all the sick people gone? There always used to be a couple of dozen of them, sitting about waiting to see dr’s or nurses. All vanished.

 

I took the socks along and knit a few rounds – I was a bit early. I thought my hands felt a bit unaccustomed. The experience prompted a wild and absurd extravagance: I have ordered Kate Davies’ Coofle kit. The upcoming cruise, the fact that I tend to knit, and finish, Kate Davies designs…it’s still absurd. It’s my birthday: that’ll have to do.

 

I have a Zoom meeting scheduled with my sister tomorrow. I’ll try to ask her what DC thinks about Afghanistan.