Again, not too bad a day. I felt very stiff and slow – my left hip has not been all it might be for several years now, and it has been having a particularly bad day today. But C. and I hobbled successfully all the way around the garden. The snowdrops and aconites are blooming.

 

And I have moved the knitting forward. I measured it properly this evening, on the kitchen table: I have only a centimetre to go before the chosen spot for the underarm steeks. That’s three rounds, four at the worst; I ought to be able to get there tomorrow.

 

And I may have discovered, at least in part, why I have such a poor record of late, knitting in the evening. Namely, that I need a new high-wattage bulb in the standard lamp. I’ve known that for some time, but today I actually knit a round after dark, and grasped that something must be done.

 

A nice man rang up and tried to book me in for a colonoscopy. Again I declined.

 

Drink: I’ve got a Dry January app on my iPad. Every evening I get to paste an electronic sticker on an electronic calendar indicating a dry day. (After this coming weekend, they’ll begin to stack up.) I take a childish pleasure in this ritual. Today I looked back to the beginning of last year, and was surprised to see that I managed four-days-off, three-days-on without a lapse all through February. It was only in March that things began to fall apart; by April all was lost. So maybe it would be worth trying that again.