Leg has seemingly calmed down so this morning I went downstairs and weighed myself, to find I'm exactly the same as a week ago which was the same, to an ounce, as the week before that. This is dispiriting. So much for 'any intermittent fasting works' because I regularly don't eat from eight or nine at night to ten or eleven the next morning.

But did go to the basement and put through a dark wash, and didn't trip and didn't die, so go me.

Have been indoors all weekend for no good reason beyond having all I need here and two 'six people waiting' ebook holds come in. Polished off Salvation of a Saint yesterday, a Higashino Keigo mystery that I'd half thought of reading in Japanese. Good thing I didn't because I can't think how I'd have dealt with the hardware of plumbing which plays a part in the investigation.

Unfortunately I also had wine on hand which led to the usual tipsy thinking of let's order in, and did, resulting in a disappointing pad thai. Nice as it was to have noodles for the first time in a month or so, I could wish this rare indulgence had been tastier. And Skip evidently no longer tells you when the driver's about to arrive so 'track this order' went from 'eight minutes away' to 'delivered and here's the photo.'