Today was a Leg Will Not day, something that happens increasingly often. Seems I need an hour's worth of acupuncture and cupping, and thirty minutes will not do. Yesterday was no fun either, but I walked some of it off. Today I walked as well, to the LCBO, and gin has made things much better. Also took Ibuprofen, that my doctor wants me to limit severely, since NSAIDs after 70 cause heart attacks. But as I pointed out to her, if it's a toss-up between maybe a heart attack and definitely sitting on a sofa all day moaning in pain, I'll run the risk. At least I no longer reach for the ibuprofen by reflex. Let the tylenol do its pathetic best, and then reach for the ibuprofen.

Somewhere towards the end of 2019 or maybe early in 2020, the laundromat guy had the makings of a coffee bar erected in a corner of the building: which then sat untouched for nearly four years. Last time I was in a carpenter was attaching frontage, and Friday when I went in the coffee corner was up and running. The lattes are too strong for me but they also have pastries, oh dear. I could maintain that I only go there once a month but I think it's closer to two or three: and may increase if I keep on having bad leg or bad knee days. 

Chuffed to discover there's a government dental subsidy for the impoverished aged, then annoyed to discover you can't apply online though they say you can. But they want you to sign the thing by dling it and printing it and mailing it to them. And how many of the impoverished aged have laptops and printers, I ask me? With Adobe Acrobat reader which you must use, accept no substitutes. Library doesn't expect to be back online before January when the snow falls. I might think the gov't was, good heavens, trying to discourage people from applying.