Sunday July 2

I am sitting with my hot-water-bottle up against the small of my back: it does seem to provide some relief. The situation was bad last night when my leg suddenly seemed to get numb. It was still that way when I got up a couple of times in the night, and it continued to be bad this morning. Got better as the day went on.

Joan went off to Richmond to do one of her favorite walks along the Thames, from Kingston-on-Thames back to Richmond. She got the Tube to Richmond, and a bus from there to Kingston to start the walk. She was back here around 2.30pm, and she is standing at her computer, busying herself with something. 

Classic FM playing some dorky music in the background.

Inspiration fails me today, although I am still brooding somewhat on the breakdown of my marriage to Eudoxia. Strangely my memories about marital discord are negligible, and what I do remember from those years seems to revolve around John's progress from the school at the Cathedral (I forget the name) to Sidwell Friends, and then on to a boarding school in New Hampshire, and finally back to Washington and graduation from Walt Whitman in Bethesda.