Sundays may not all be lost days but they certainly seem to be owie days. Was going to garden but thought getting to the PO had priority, so walked over to Spadina. A year or fifteen months ago I used to do this regularly, once a week, and had very little trouble, but today-- nope. A slog, and I can't even remember why it was a slog. Not back so much as both knees and right ankle complaining of the September humidity. And so it was plod plod plod one foot in front of the other for two subway stops.

To discover that for $80 Canada Post will guarantee delivery of a letter overseas 'within five business days.' For $40, 'ten business days.' Such service. I know people in emergencies have got letters delivered in two, but details elude me and I bet they were American. So it goes normal air, and we shall see how long it takes. 

Then went to my regular Japanese place where they brought me my regular glass of white wine and some sushi to make me feel better while I glumly contemplated how to get some muscle back into my seemingly muscleless legs. The exercises I'm doing are definitely not enough. If proper cold weather ever returns some of the spongy bloat may leave my knees and ankles but that will be a while yet. We're having a warm humid September, as the leaves start to go greeny yallery and the conkers fall and bees and wasps congregate around the last of the cosmos and black-eyed susans. I'd call it Indian Summer ie weather that Indians find congenial (except the ones down Bloor St were wearing jackets and sweaters because a humidex of 27 is cool to them) but it's still too early for that. The last warm spell is usually in November, unless it's pre-empted by the first snowfall.