I wish I had something zany and fascinating to report but I don’t. I lead a dull life – which has had its ichor sucked out of it thanks to work. The Other Doctor and the Nurse Practioner both went on holiday, leaving Urs Truly to put out all fires and wait tables.  Needless to say I haven’t had time to do much of anything let alone read or write blogs.  I wanted Spo-fans to know I was still alive. Also, The Board of Directors Here at Spo-Reflections threatened bodily harm if I don’t ‘put out something right now”.   They have all the patience of a boiling tea-kettle.

Here’s all the news that’s fit to print – precise if not too imaginative.

The Monsoon season started, which brings in frequent rains (good) and humidity (bad).

Speaking of water, the reverse osmosis water filter repairman comes in a week. Meanwhile we are drinking tap water when we drink water at all. I’ve learned to chill a pitcher of it to make it more palatable (for the only ice we have is brought in from convenience stores).

I have yet to open any of the birthday bottles of booze (no time!) but I did start nibbling at the birthday cheese. Last night for small chocolate cone we had Roquefort cheese. I don’t believe I’ve ever had any until now. It was fantastic. It was complex, pungent, and bursting with umami – like my men.  Indulging in proper food makes me realize how uninteresting and tasteless is my usual fodder eaten on a daily basis.  This weekend I try the Red Leicester.  Hot puppies!

I am up to the year 1661 in Mr. Pepys’ diary. Reading between the discreet references I’ve concluded he was rather lecherous with the maid-servants.  It is a fun read, but it reminds me when I am on death’s door I need to discard my own decades of diaries lest there is talk after I am gone.

This weekend I get my shoes shined. The black ones.