No Particular Plans

I'm glad you're all as amused by my lizard bookmark as I am. I don't think I'd ever heard the term "lenticular print" before. (Thanks, Vivian!) I guess that post proves it's possible to blog about anything -- and yet not write a word. So lazy, I know.

I came into the world 51 years ago today! Dave has already given me my presents (the metal detector and the GoPro camera that's been entertaining us all while riding around on Olga's back). So I think today will be a pretty low-key birthday. We don't have any major plans, or even minor ones, for that matter. I'm looking forward to coming home after work and watching more of the second season of "Stranger Things."

On Tuesday I walked up Primrose Hill at lunchtime. I was hoping for another nice sunny day, like Monday, but Tuesday's light was flat and uninspiring. Still, there were a few hardy souls up on the chilly hilltop, taking in the view -- and some hardy pigeons, too. Primrose Hill is just barely close enough to work for me to walk there, eat a sandwich, and walk back within my lunch hour.

Yesterday I went to the doctor, given my recent malaise and lingering cough. The doctor said she thinks I have a mild "post-viral syndrome," whatever that is. (I think it just means I'm taking longer than usual to recover from my cold.) I have to get a blood test and a chest x-ray, which I hope to do today, but otherwise the prescription is rest -- which is a drag, because I'd hoped to walk another leg of the LOOP this weekend. I may go anyway. I'm a bad patient.