After two months off for the move, I went back to aquafit today. A much bigger pool (city privilege) but, oddly, a much smaller locker room. Forty-five minutes of physical jerks and running in neck-deep water left me pleasantly limp. The clientèle are just like the patrons of the Stratford Y — mostly aging crocks sporting surgery scars.

After that, I booked the cats’ annual vet visits for late December and bought a month’s supply of kibble. I think that’s the limit of my to-do list for today.

I’ve been feeling slightly unwell since the middle of last week, with wheezing and signs of respiratory inflammation. Not knowing if it’s allergies or a virus, I maxed the asthma drugs and seem to be holding my own — coryza symptoms at bay, wheezing and coughing significantly reduced. The world is full of mouldering leaves at present, so I infer an allergy flare in progress.