Feverish

The plectranthus is blooming again, as it does in the fall. You might remember I wrestled last year with whether to overwinter it or let it expire outside, and I wound up bringing it in. I did the same this year, but it's already dropped so many leaves that I put it back outside again. I may let it go. We'll see. It's a pretty warm-weather plant but it's treated here as an annual and it doesn't like British winters, even indoors.

I forgot to tell you about my birthday evening -- not that there's much to tell. I came home from work on Wednesday and made a big ol' martini, and Dave and I watched "Midnight Cowboy," one of my all-time favorite movies. (Despite the presence of Jon Voight, who has become a politically odious person in his later years.) Dave also bought me an allegedly squirrel-proof bird feeder for the garden, so we'll see how well that works out. I've missed our feeders since we took them down because of rodent activity and I really want to be able to watch the birds again. (I hope squirrel-proof also means rat-proof, though I suppose almost nothing is truly rat-proof.)

Dave continued not feeling great yesterday and wound up going home early from work, and sure enough, he's sick. He had a 101.5º F fever (38.6º C) last night. My boss is also sick with something similar, so I suppose it's only a matter of time before I get it, as I am surrounded on all sides! It doesn't appear to be Covid. Dave took a test and it was negative.

Graffiti on Billy Fury Way

Unfortunately, this means we had to cancel my birthday dinner outing for tomorrow night, but that's no big deal. We can do it anytime.

I tossed the found chrysanthemums this morning -- but hey, we got a whole week out of them!