Then. since it continued cool and pleasant, tackled that other oft-postponed chore, cutting back the lianas that want to take over the garden. Particularly the ones coiling about the AC unit, and also cut back what I could of the mulberry which has been loving this wet warm summer to the tune of two feet in two weeks. And oh dear god did everything seize up in my back and leg and everywhere. Dragged bag of cuttings down to the street, leaning on my hiking staff all the way as knee went click click click bone on bone. Then bundled up garbage for tomorrow and put that out and oh dear god did my back spasm as I was doing so. Gloom doom despair all round. Went and bicycled for a scant half hour, sweating mightily at the new resistance, got up and-- my knee was happy and my back was happy and I put the organic garbage out no problem at all. If bicycling will keep my knee happy then I shall bicycle three times a day.
I think I finished a Dick Francis last week, skimming a chunk because I remembered too late that this is the one where a nice character gets killed. Am still reading Library of the Dead which is proving oddly slow, possibly because the author isn't saying stuff I know already, which is what lets me read fast.