A week from today, I will be in London. I hope. Nobody is promised tomorrow. Went to a memorial service this morning. One thing about memorial services here at The Asylum. Our chaplain, Mother Teresa, actually knows the people that she is committing to eternal rest. Mother Teresa is good at memorial services. Well, I guess that she should be, considering her parish is an old folks asylum. After a couple of months here you learn to “keep your blue suit pressed.”
Also went for a short brisk walk. Except for the sore arm, I seem to have pretty much recovered from the Covid jab. And, that’s about it from the Old Bat Cave today.
PS: The Asylum has two buildings. I just heard that the elevators are all down in the other building and management has to figure out how to get dinner to the residents in that building. It is a 15-story building. Our waitpeople are high school and college kids – but – I think that 15 floors might even challenge those kids. One trip, not a problem. Multiple trips, carrying meals – problem.