Fergus has been sleepy today. The hospital is going To keep him for another 24 hours. The surgeon assures Helen that it’s common on the second day. 

   Otherwise there’s little to report. I’ve been sleepy today myself, holding back on the knitting so as not to finish the current long, easy round. I very much like your idea, Tamar and Lisa. I had thought of better lighting, but round-the-neck hadn’t occurred to me.  I’ll get on to Amazon in a moment. 

   Alexander came over this morning. No news. Archie came to lunch.  He seemed well. So did Alexander.

   The weather has been grey, although I think most of the UK has basked in solstice sunshine.

   Wordle: three for me. My starters gave me four browns. I hate anagrams, despite my passion for Wordle. I struggled. I finally thought of a word. It was right.

   Thomas and Mark were with me on three. Alexander and Rachel needed four. Ketki, blast her, had another two. Alexander was modestly proud of her — that’s three in a row.

   Five for Roger — he’s to be congratulated for doing it at all, as they struggle home to DC. Four for Theo. I was wrong about whereabouts yesterday. Roger and Sister-Helen broke the journey in Iceland but weren’t allowed to go see the volcanoes. They should be nearly home by now.