In spite of heat-induced couch potatodom these last four days, drinking water and not drinking alcohol and I suppose not having cream-heavy iced coffee continues to lose me weight,  though with all deliberate speed. Today was slightly cooler and a lot dryer than it has been so I went up to Farm Boy for the sourdough seedy bread which my touchy summer tum insists on, also bananas and soy and like that. Spoke to another human being for the first time in days. I would make a good eremite, I think. But oh dear god I want sugar so badly. Passed up FB's cookies and cakes and pies, but had a cake pop at Starbucks because cake! Sugar! Frosting! such happiness, such bien-être! and that was lunch. If I could go low carb my weight would drop like a lead balloon, as I know from experience, but in summer that's not possible. Fiber will have to substitute instead. Another two kilos and *maybe* my ankles will unswell. Or maybe not. My physio's acupuncture is good for many things like unhappy knees (as I can tell from not seeing her for ten days) but she's not a patch on my old acupuncturist for debloating the body.

And though it's cooler this week, it's still not going to be cool enough at night to use the window fan. 20C/ 68F at 6 a.m. is too warm, so AC it will be, probably for the rest of this month. Also I continue to have the mild dizziness that goes with hot weather, caused no doubt by tree pollen that is currently coating the front steps and walkway. Do not want to garden with the world gently turning round, but garden I must.