Watson the cat is digging a hole to China in the litterbox, now located in the ground-floor loo at the far end of the kitchen. This is a great sign because it means he is unlikely to piss on the parlour rug again.

Hot and steamy in Stratford, with thunderstorms in the forecast. On the one hand, such conditions make long walks unpleasant, but on the other hand I don’t have to water the garden.

Yesterday, the Province of Ontario announced that haircuts are permitted again! Just as I was beginning to look a little too much like William IV.

I have delivered three large bags of unbreakable kitchenware to Goodwill: plastic food-storage containers mostly, and some pots with their lids firmly taped down. I found a salvageable U-Haul box of the almost 2-cubic-feet size stashed behind the furnace, and by the end of the week it will be packed with odds-and-sods china: nearly a dozen coffee mugs, four dinner plates, five salad plates, some bowls that I either don’t need or don’t like, and a large Pyrex casserole that I have not used even once in 25 years.

For the first time, I’m thinking of selling certain personal items on Ebay. Fancy shoes by Jon Fluevog that I can no longer wear — apparently Fluevog fans are such enthusiastic buyers that there is an established market for gently used pairs. I will weep salt tears when I part with my Fluevog boots, but they’re immaculate and I will never get my wonky foot into the right one ever again.