Mrs cheetah has
moved her family beyond camera-range. We can but hope that she’ll move them
back as the weather deteriorates.
I have little else
to report. I had to deliver a urine sample to the GP this morning – not quite
as simple as it sounds, but it all went smoothly. That leaves three diagnostic
sessions to come (including the colonoscopy), one of which I had forgotten
about and now need to set to work finding the details of. Next week I will see
a respiratory specialist who is, to my delight, someone I met six or seven
years ago when I had my pulmonary embolism. I have often wondered whether that
had anything to do with my subsequent sense of weakness and decline: here is
the perfect chance to ask.
Otherwise I do
nothing except read. I have finished The Thursday Murder Club. I think it
weakens towards the end. One of the columnists in the Times takes a swipe at it
this morning, I have gone on to Elizabeth Strout’s Oh William which I am
enjoying but it is not terribly cheerful.
Yes, Thursday Murder Club was fun but flung around too many red herrings toward the end. Oh William is on my list. I recently read Jack, Marilynne Robinson's fourth in a tightly interconnected quartet, which has now sent me back to reread Home, Gilead and now Lila. Good that you get to revisit your pulmonary history, as well as current condition, with the respiratory specialist, Jean, and glad to hear about the other investigations.
ReplyDeleteI am finishing up a pair of stash buster Strobus mittens for my great niece, and enjoying using up the little bits of yarn. I just received Rizzio from the Library, a new one by Denise Mina about the Mary Queen of Scots/Rizzio murder. Even though it may be gruesome, it brings back a happy memory of my trip to Edinburgh and seeing that tiny room at Holyrood.
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