Off the Cliff

Any good intentions I had yesterday about getting my blood draw were cancelled by the mother of all bad knee days. Like just lying in bed hurt, never mind limping down to the bathroom. So I stayed in, either in bed or on the couch, while the day sweltered outside. Ordered in dumplings because wasn't going to cook in this weather. Then when the wind started to blow in the evening, went out and dropped a number of French books from my mother's library at the little library of someone who'd asked for contributions on the neighbourhood's FB page. She lives across from the Catholic French immersion school and the parents come looking for French books. Not sure if Malraux or de Maupassant are what they want-- they could presumably get them in ebook form from either Kindle or the library, as I get my Dickens; but then again, I deliberately bought Bleak House in paperback so as not to have to deal with the ebook. Someone else's Wee Free had Nicholas Nickleby and Old Curiosity Shop, but I am not a fan of early 'paid by the word' Dickens, and the print was tiny. For Great Expectations or even Copperfield (which I haven't read) I might have taken a chance, but otherwise life-too-short.

Anyway it thundered and rained last night and today was cool and sort of dry, so blood draw was accomplished. But I didn't take my morning meds, particularly the stomach coaters, because I don't know if they screw up the results or not, and forgot to take them when I got home, and then was wondering why my stomach hurt. Didn't help that today was my glass of wine day, followed by cold brew coffee. 

Also had this dry little cough, and at the lab everyone else had a dry little cough. Since I also have thunderous sneezes I'm calling it an allergy.