Today I weighed myself and found that I am within 2 kg of the number I rather arbitrarily selected back in April. I had planned to start re-integrating dairy foods and a wider range of vegetables somewhere around (our) Thanksgiving, and I might just step that up by a week or so. My doctor offered to refer me to a nutritionist when I saw her last, back in the Spring, so I called her office and asked that she do that now.

Typical of the first week of Autumn, it's been raining off and on all last night and today so far. When sorting out the hall closet to make room for jackets suitable for increasing chill and damp, I found that the suede car coat I wore last winter is now so big that the sleeves cover my hands. It's a very good coat with a two-way zipper, so I must canvass the extended family to find it a new home.

Almost a week after the wasp assault, my feet are again the same size and the right one is only slightly itchy now and then. Again, Benadryl for the win.

In conversation with another locker-room frequent flyer, I learned that she and her neighbour invest significant effort in piling lawn clippings against their back fence to provide habitat for the "sweet little field mice". When I asked her if she had ever saw evidence of mice in her house, she looked at me wide-eyed and said, "Field mice stay outside!" Humph, I thought, but did not say. I hope she has cats.