Swing day

It was so good not to have to work this morning.

I climbed up on the roof and cleaned gutters this morning.



Friends got me moving early on with a walk in the woods.

After that I hardly moved all day.



We were to eat at Greenbush, the old basement Italian place on Regent.

It was too crowded, we couldn’t get a table.



We ate at Nattspil instead. I’d never been there. It’s a cool, homey bar with food.

The food was slow in coming.



We caught the last showing of Vera Drake.

One of us was a doctor who saw this as an ominous and timely movie.*



* The movie is about a backstreet abortionist in post-war London. The acting, combining improvisation and script, is unimpeachable. I’m still shaking.