The day started with wonderful red reflections — wonderful enough to get me to open the window for a proper shot.
But before long: sleet.
I amused myself making a fine lunch. I wondered if I could still make a proper omelet. I can. Usually just do fried eggs. Also made some just-OK lentil soup to use up scraps of this and that. Scraps of this and that are no substitute for good soup stock. Hot sauce helps.
Gratitude
Grateful that I can walk up 11 floors to my apartment.
Our elevators are so unreliable that I consider my apartment an eleventh-floor walk-up.
Don’t let me exaggerate too much: one freight elevator and four regular elevators serve the building. Since I returned from my early winter travels, two of them have been largely offline.
Walking down the stairs: piece of cake.
Walking up: I take a little break at four and nine. Figure using the stairs is the only thing I can do to help. And it’s good practice for Tokyo.
A week from today — sailing to St Somewhere.