Wimped out and took a cab to the AGO to see the Rembrandts and his contemporaries and a few of his pupils. Chivalrous cabbie helped me in and out of his car though technically I can do it myself, and sensibly avoided Dundas St altogether, which previous drivers did not. Driver explained that taking Huron was better than taking the more direct Beverley, since the latter has more traffic signals, stop signs and crosswalks than the former. So I waited in line while families with many many kids bought tickets: not that there's much to see that would interest an under-10; and bought a membership for myself since it's only ten dollars more. Guy asked me if I'd been a member before, which I had five or six years ago, but couldn't remember which of my double-barrelled first names I'd had it under. Trying the first (official and medical) one got me an address on Bedford Rd, the house we sold in '88. I didn't think the AGO's computers went back that far, and the membership was certainly my father's. However, all sorted, and I had a latte at the coffee shop, saw the various Dutch guys including the dork sticking his finger into the skull's nose (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michiel_Sweerts) (he died the next year FWIW), and bought next year's calendar at the gift shop. Did not have pricey food at the Bistro, being virtuous.

Also being virtuous, did not go west over to Chinatown where they have mooncakes on sale. But that was more because I didn't think of it,  which is good. Have to do bloodwork this month and my insulin levels need to be reined in until then. Went east over to University to pick up the subway, only to find that the elevators there were under maintenance and I couldn't get down to the platform. So a good thing I'd cabbed it down. Moral: always check the TTC webpage for elevator outages. So had to hoof it up to College with my knee twinging at me in an unwonted fashion. And the new wide bike lanes on University preclude hailing a cab from there, much less picking one up at the various hospitals on the way. But the Queen's Park elevators worked and the St George one too, so got safely to Bathurst and walked or rather limped the rest of the way home. Have scheduled an extra session with the physio to see what she can do with my unhappy knee. It's not much more than a meal at the Bistro would have set me back.