Yesterday I had no excuse not to get to work, but I had a slow start. Very lazy.

i finally unpacked and did the laundry and had a little walk, from my end of the building to the entrance, and picked. up the mail, too. I received my notice of assessment re my income tax.

I ate leftovers from the night before—still good, and so was the Beaujolais-Villages.

I finished watching Charlotte. I guess you know it’s a short prequel to Bridgerton. So I got to bed at 11 p.m. instead of 1 a.m. Up at 4 a.m. for my orange and the Sunday NYT which a neighbour took in for me and left at the door for me this morning. i had a nap from 6 to 7, so whey am I sleepy-tired now?

I’m writing this for me, to get me moving. I’ll start on my letters soon. Matt is coming for a swim to see the flowering trees outside the pool and he’ll stay for dinner so I’ll cook something. I think meatloaf.

I’ll think about blog, too.

I had a busy week and a long, tiring trip home. I didn’t feel like doing anything today. Kate and I had a lovely morning. We swam and exercised and I washed my hair and we talked, private talk, and I still haven’t unpacked.

We were just finishing lunch when a surprise visitor arrived, my writer friend and mentor. He brought dinner and his dog, Toby, and a legitimate reason for me not to do any work today, We saw Kate off and then we talked and had tea with my lemon poppy seed loaf and he fed Toby and we took him for a walk, not too far because we both have aching limbs and need our canes.

I prepared dinner over a leisurely glass of Beaujolais-Villages, 2021, plus Triscuits with some Danish blue cheese. Richard brought a generous Shepherds’ Pie (with beef not lamb) from Yonge-Summerhill Market and fresh asparagus. My only addition was some canned gravy, heated to lavish on the mashed potato topping. No dessert, but a second glass of wine.

Richard left about 8:30. I cleaned up but did not load the dishwasher. I didn’t go to bed. I started a new Netflix series.

I’ll work tomorrow.