I survived yesterday without much difficulty. My errand to Beverly Hills turned out to be unnecessary, and my appointment in West LA was scheduled for today, leaving only a trip to Riverside to pick up the dogs.

Several pillars of smoke were visible in both directions; the onset of Santa Ana winds brings out the worst in arsonists.

I saw the back doc today. My MRI was worse than expected. The good news on that front is that he accepted me for a course of therapy. I should be much better by the time it's finished, in mid-December.

The strip of bacon I'm knitting is almost finished. All I have left to do is to cast off and weave in the ends.