Poppy Shot

Not the last one, I hope.  I took a short walk to clear the brain coils and found this beautiful red thing along the road.

It has been a rainy-showery-cloudy-windy-chilly day.
Worked on my genealogy.
Read my Ishiguro.
Got rid of the fever that has been plaguing me for a month.
Booked my flight to Ireland.

I keep reminding myself that there's one pat on the back that won't be given, and that it really doesn't matter in the end.  It's like reminding a paraplegic that one of his legs has never functioned.

Back to work tomorrow.  There'll be an appraisal interview as well.  One of those days you want to go through very quickly.