By that point we were definitely into Won't territory, so I have done no exercise at all and ordered in pizza for dinner. Maybe tomorrow I'll be out of the September doldrums. It's headachy weather out there, and I'm having Ghost Tide flashbacks to 1975, in Toulouse with K in this same too humid, too bright, too busy and (at that time) too foreign and strange world. In the pandemic absence of living people around me, it's too easy for the Ghost Tide to bring the ghosts. Well, in three more days it can be 1990's Japanese ghosts, which are much more congenial.
*Though my money woman asked me three times if my monthly remittance was enough, was I sure I had enough, how much OAS am I getting, is it enough for my needs. I should really have taken the hint and said oh no, send me a couple hundred more, and started paying down my line of credit. But I generally believe in keeping my capital and interest reserved for big ticket items, like roofs. Because if I have extra money I fritter it away on things like pizza.