Miscellany

I have no problems. As a matter of fact, I hereby relinquish my rights to anecdotize Avocado's recent health-care follies. Beside the situation of this family I'm a wuss. And even then, this woman, a White House correspondent for The Times, had resources that the rest of us don't have, when her 14-year-old daughter was put into quarrantine in China because of the flu. What about the more rank-and-file parents of kids on the trip who didn't have neighbors and friends and doctors and consulate members she could call on to check her daughter's progress? Yikes.

Elsewhere: yesterday was a perfect spring day, cool, breezy, sunny. Of course it is the end of July. Today, because No Good Day Goes Unpunished (my new, unofficial motto for San Francisco weather), everything seems wreathed in fog, which would be poetic and lovely if I could just feel my toes.

And now, because I gave platelets and walked the dog and wrote for two hourss and am now exhausted, I am going to give in to my worst impulses and take a nap. I will feel groggy and grouchy when I awake, but at least I won't be asleep on my feet, which can cause complications.