2. Phoned in a renewal request for my painkillers last night; automated service said they'd be ready after 9 am Tuesday. In light of tomorrow's weather forecast, biked up today to ask if maybe they could be ready by this evening? The scrip was already filled, so I'm armed against what will probably be a very painful trek tomorrow. But I have grippers on my boots and am as prepared as one can be.
3. Package in the mail with no return address that I could see. Is from Fearless Leader, back from her Far East marathon- it's a sobering thing when someone twenty odd year your junior talks about 'over-estimating my ability to do 4 countries in 2.5 weeks at my age.' Package contained Japanese eye masks for tired eyes and a little year of the rooster memento, or as she puts it "a little stone for the year of the cock." Not sure how much FL is up on medieval sexual vocabulary and if the pun's deliberate or not, but I shall choose to think it is. (For those not up on med.sex.vocab, 'stones' are what we would call 'balls'.)