I meant to post this last night, July 14, Bastille day. But here it seems to linger,so I will post it now. I hope to write and post another for today, Si Swithen’s Day, before I go to bed.

I feel very weak again. I was able to walk to lunch, but had to be pushed for the other three journeys. I did very little but watch tennis, for which it was a good day. Today was men’s semi-finals, and they turned out the way everyone must have hoped, the Wimbledon seeders and Mrs Miles of Cramond Care Home alike: the final on Sunday will be Carlos Alcaraz versus Novak Djokovic (and my money would be on Alcaraz except for a slight fear that he might be overcome by the occasion).

Knitting: I finished the antepenultimate row.

No nap. I lay down and closed my eyes but the tennis was too exciting to allow actual sleep, or even dozing.

Now I must go to bed, leaving   Wordle unreported.