Also my back has felt worse today than it did yesterday. That does not bode well for tomorrow' shopping trip. And it certainly doesn't bode well for this entry, as I can't sit here long enough to write very much, and don't want to drag it out by returning over and over for brief bouts of writing.
On the other hand maybe that's a good thing. Brevity is the soul of wit. Though I'll admit no wit is in evidence so far. But I'd better just quit while I'm behind. English people are waiting to murder one another.