One more Sunday (one more river to cross)

After the sacred nap -- should have gone to the basement for it, it is uncomfortably hot in the house -- WITH my library book (Hermione Lee's bio of Penelope Fitzgerald) -- huzza, at last and however briefly I believe I have sorted out all the Knoxes.  Including Evoe, who had nothing to do with olive oil.  Punch, rather.  Alas the book is too large for comfortable reading in bed.

I have that, and Nixonland, and various lighter things for this week's investigations.

Meantime: find clean shirt (black shirts in hot weather, NOT practical)... pick up prescription, collect student who needs transportation, don't forget crackers, and off to the ordination at the Cathedral.