Bladder aside, I woke up because something was screeching in the window. Turned out to be one of the two blades of my window fan not turning. Gave it a thump and went back to bed. As I was surfacing, heard chirping noises at the window, rather too continuously for the birds it actually sounded like. Was my fan blades not turning at all. RIP, window fan; I think you were over ten years old. I have other fans, two or three because I never throw anything out, but none as forceful as that one, which they don't make anymore. But as we're in what Canada calls a heat wave (30C) tonight will be the window AC. And in fact the window fan doesn't work that well in anything much over a 12C low: blows stinky not-cool-enough air in, and worse, blows on me. The dilemma: if the air doesn't move over me I feel hot, if it does I feel cold.
Weight remains stubbornly at one pound under May's plateau. Drinking 1.5 litres a day fails to unbloat me. I suppose I need to move more. I can't account otherwise for the 'five pounds under this' I hit eighteen months ago: which did not survive the return of bicycling weather and my local coffee shop. Where I went today for my once a week latte and of course baked goodie. This is not how it's done.
But this afternoon I hacked down another garden bag of creepers and lemon balm from the bottom of the garden, so I hope that helps.
Also, a little late in the day, found the large scale map of Middle Earth that I took from the mouldy hardback copy of umm Lost Tales, I think?, so many years ago. Would have helped immensely in reading The Two Towers, but at least it can help me with Return of the King.