I got up tired today, did morning church and decided to bow out of Evensong — I would like to be functional tomorrow.

My favourite diner is going out of business; today is their last day. The owners somehow struggled through the pandemic, but they haven’t had a holiday in years, they’re losing money, and they’re not getting any younger. Keto regimen kicked to the curb for the occasion, I ate their very last order of huevos rancheros smothered in green salsa with blobs of Frank’s Hot Sauce, and now I feel like the boa constrictor who swallowed the pig. Worth it, though.