Quiet day with nose to grindstone

A quieter day again. Weather is lovely and I, for once, am regretting that I am in the middle of a translation. It is for the clients who have switched to AI, so I am not sure what is going on there. All I can do is do it as well as I can and as quickly as I can. Without using AI, of course. We’re all very much in the countdown to the Big Elbow Operation. I started coughing last night and, given that there can be no operation if he is ill, I am avoiding being in too close proximity to Ottawacker Jr.
 
Rodin would have been proud of him in the blip.
 
Dinner of salad and lamb chops.