Spoke to my old friend Bo today. Good to hear that he's surviving. Life's hard; survival is a triumph and a daily struggle for some of us. Bo's still programming and working on projects and occasionally writing. I hassled him to write more because I wanted to know the ending of an unfinished story he'd sent me last year.

I met my doctor after work Monday night - yes, at her office, my first NHS office visit. Not an examination like they'd do in the US. She just wanted to meet me and talk about my blood test results. Apparently everything was normal (in fact she admitted the results were perfect/ideal) except I was severely anemic. What a surprise. I did warn the practice nurse that I was chronically and seriously anemic with episodes of profound anemia. She was seriously worried that my test reult was 7. I was amazed and delighted it was that high. Normal range for female is 12-16. My doctor in NYC was always telling me to aim for 10, 10 would be nice. I would love to have my test results at 10. But 7 is a hell of a lot better than I expected considering how bad I've been feeling lately. And no, nothing really can be done. I'm trying out a new liquid iron supplement. It would be nice if it helped. We shall see.

Work continues. Next week the 400 Kva emergency backup generator for the new Alpha data centre arrives. I will take photos of the crane lifting it into place. I'm all ready for it - got my shiny new safety helmet and my eye cringing green safety jacket.