And I would walk three thousand steps
And I would walk three thousand more
Just to be the one who walks six thousand 
Steps and falls down at her door 

Id est, went to the lab this morning and no, there was no faxed request waiting. They tried to call, I tried to call, no one picked up. Came home, had breakfast, doctor's secretary calls: The number you gave me isn't working. Odd, because it's the lab's fax number. 'Oh wait, let me try this-- OK that works.' So glad to hear it. Go up street for physio, come down street and go to library for two holds, go over to Bathurst LCBO and walk in on a robbery ie guys walking out of store without paying and yelling Bullies at the staff ushering them out. Stand in line behind guy who is finally persuaded to part with the mickey he secreted in his coat pocket and just pay for the cans of hard cider he put on the counter. Never a dull moment in these parts. Phone says 7400 steps though if it was 1100 steps down to the lab this morning, why is it only 900 when I trace my steps back coming home?

But anyway. Finished a Flavia Albia this week and am working on another. Have Wishart's Germanicus but it's both political and very early so not going fast. Was reading Robert Aickman weird tales but had to return ebook because tales were getting too weird for me. May do the same with Never Whistle At Night, Indigenous dark stories which I thought were Indigenous and Black, and were also real Indigenous stories not modern day horror. Have The Pushcart War to read as well, also A Fatal Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, to pad out Marcus Corvinus and Didius Falco. Which is quite enough to hold me.

Day was 20C and I was up earlier than I wanted to be. Tomorrow will be cooler but I may still have to be up early for the lab (finally!) and then shall sleep the lying-in sleep of the just, also finally!