My Name Is Legion, for We Are Many

After weeks of glorious sunny weather, Summer has come to San Francisco. It is cold, windy, foggy.

The cotton grows high

I like it. It is mysterious, I hear foghorns in bed at night.

Many mysterious flowering trees
Outside Boulangerie on Cole.

It is Tuesday, I have to pick up an octopus.

The Fishmonger’s ear ring.

I then cross the road for breakfast at the Pork Store.

So good!

The Legion of Honor art gallery was donated by France for some reason. I go there. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legion_of_Honor_(museum)

It is a fabulous place. I am always astounded and grateful that you can just wander in and spend hours with outstanding art worth millions and millions. A privilege.

Calder was here.
A little bit of Rodin in my life.
Jolly Christianity from El Greco
Steroids
Not really Christianity I suppose. Cranach
I used to live near here.
Chestnut-backed Chickadee.

I am about to post this blog entry when my phone rings. It is the specialist haematologist whom I saw last Friday. He tells me that my red blood cell count is much improved but on the other hand my white blood cell count is now crazy high. He wants me to go for ‘blood work.’ This means a blood test in U.S. talk.

I jump in a Waymo to Mark Zuckerberg hospital and 20 mins later I am having a blood test. No waiting.

I’m astonished that the consultant haematologist phones me personally and indeed says he will phone me again once he gets the results. What treatment! This is all free State healthcare.

Thank you State of California.

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