My doctor's visit was not particularly revelatory. All my numbers were good except for one number that was lower than the optimum number. I was pleased to see negative results in the testing for diabetes, for high cholesterol and for various and sundry other middle-age hassles. My doctor is a good fellow. He soon dispatched me to have more blood drawn in the little lab in the basement of the building. Later, I'll get to visit some kind of specialist. My hope is that the verdict will be "continue to eat lots of bananas", but time will tell if I live in that particular cartoon planet.
After work, I drove home, dropping a crop of dress shirts off at the dry cleaners for appropriate handling. We dined on baked tilapia and whole wheat pasta. I located my e-reader. We watched television. A bird issued a quick click-like tweet from the crepe myrtle tree when I went out to retrieve the newspaper.