Well, I don't know what's going on health-wise. I felt better yesterday -- still tired but not as tired -- so I took Olga to Fortune Green and to the cemetery. It felt great to get out of the house and get some fresh air. I know Olga appreciated it.
She also appreciated the brief burst of sunshine we experienced, and she appreciated the grass. As usual, plenty of it wound up in her digestive tract.
At Fortune Green, we saw a Christmas tree recycling enclosure with a sad little tree already abandoned inside it. (Well, Olga didn't think it was sad. By the look on her face, she found it hilarious.) If we weren't traveling I'd grab that tree, bring it home and decorate it, a la Charlie Brown.
In the afternoon, Dave and I went on a mission to get him a new phone. A work colleague spilled mulled wine on his old one, much to Dave's delight -- he'd already been angling for a replacement. (In fact I'm not at all sure Dave didn't douse it with wine himself.) We traipsed down Finchley Road to the Vodafone store, where we met with a very chatty salesman who presented us with a surfeit of options -- various data and calling plans combined with various phones, all with different up-front and monthly charges. He did a great job explaining everything, but good grief! In addition to phone plans, he told us all about telecom regulations and corporate telecom network purchases, as well as -- surprisingly -- cage fighting.
About an hour later we emerged with a new iPhone 6S and a fancy data plan, as well as an insurance policy should the phone be lost, damaged or stolen (a policy I'm taking with grain of salt given Ms. Moon's recent iPhone travails).
I thought about replacing my ancient iPhone, too -- the iPhone 3G Dave bought me in 2009 -- but the truth is, it's fine for talking and texting, and that's all I ever do. So I'm holding out for now.
We also thought about going into town for a new computer, but neither of us felt up to that task. I still think I can squeak a few more months out of this one. I'm all about pushing my electronics to their utmost limits!