An Autumn Video

I'm getting a late start this morning. The dog woke me up at 5:30 a.m. to go out, and I let her out and just assumed we were up. But then, when she came back in, she went straight back to the warm bed -- so I did too. I only woke up about 20 minutes ago.

In lieu of a photo I'm giving you a short video of the back garden, showing the colors and leaves and sounds of autumn. I worked Olga into the clip, and I especially love the line of pigeons sitting atop the white apartment building behind our flat, spaced so evenly they could be gargoyles.

I managed to avoid filming Mr. Russia, who was working on the terrace above our living room spreading some volatile compound. He's been talking about the need to re-seal it so I'm sure that's what it was. Every time I open the back door, Dave says, "Close the door! That stuff stinks!" And it does.

I had to swallow this yesterday. This is not THE capsule, the one with the camera. It's just a dummy, a sort of test capsule to make sure my gut is capable of passing the camera later. I don't swallow the camera until tomorrow morning, at the hospital. If it's the same size as the dummy, known for some reason as a "patency" capsule, it should be a cinch. The dummy was no worse than a vitamin pill.

But I am on a low-fiber diet, which is pretty dismal. Yesterday for breakfast: white toast and an egg. Lunch: white toast with leftover ground beef and cheese. Dinner: skinless chicken and white dinner rolls. This is not the way I usually eat and I am dying for some broccoli. Dave bought carrot cake as a dessert treat, forgetting that carrots and nuts are off-limits for me at the moment. Oh well -- Monday night!

I walked Olga on the high street yesterday and did lots of housekeeping -- two loads of laundry, thorough vacuuming (including under the bed), plant-watering, windowsill-cleaning and other odds and ends. I don't know how there's always so much to do around this place when there are only two of us and a dog. How do people with children do it?

I'm trying to catch up on my New Yorkers, or at least make a dent in them. I was nine issues behind, having been diverted by "Bleak House." I've since dispatched two, and I'll take care of a few more today. Fortunately I'm off work tomorrow, but I doubt I'll clear the coffee table entirely!