I slept well last night having experienced few of the wee hours interruptions that so often characterize my sleep. I dreamed.
My Aunt Leona and my mother's friend Nola came to visit. The occasion nothing of note save that today is the day before the birthday of my other Aunt, Muriel. That Muriel could not be found and thereafter taken to lunch seemed a major impediment to the general felicity of the birthday visit but was resolved in the early afternoon in time for postprandial felicitation.
That aside, I had Chinese for lunch always a good thing, to my way of thinking. My order of Mongolian Beef also supplied my supper.
I have not heard as of this evening from Dr. Slant. I must call him tomorrow and schedule another appointment.