Today, May 3, is the date observed in ancient times as the anniversary of St. Helena, mother the Emperor Constantine, finding the True Cross in Jerusalem.
When I was in Great Britain last year, I bought a small Roman coin from the reign of Constantine featuring the Empress Helena. I always wanted a Roman coin, and I thought St. Helena, with her association with the Cross, would be an interesting piece to have in my coin collection.
Had my annual physical yesterday. It was pretty pro forma. I guess my doctor thinks he knows me pretty well, and is only checking for certain things. I'd be happier with a little more prodding and poking. I even had to remind him about the bloodwork I had done last week -- usually his main interest in these matters.
Well, my numbers are simply magnificent -- all of them. So that's good news. My weight remains more than I'd like to carry, but I'm hoping to slim up a bit this summer, what with all the activity I'll be taking on. I used to bulk up in the winter and drop all the extra weight every summer; after my metabolism slowed down to a crawl, I couldn't do that any more. Getting weight off and keeping it off is really hard. Last summer, though, I trimmed up a bit naturally again for the first time in years. So maybe I'm getting back to normal. I know that last summer was the first time I'd felt really, really fit for about eight years. It took me that long to get over the beating I took at my previous appointment plus dealing with Dad's death.
Just a couple more tests to complete the process, including my first colonoscopy (O, be joyful). And I need to make sure my vaccinations and such are all up to date for the trip to Tanzania.
Meanwhile, Cuthbert's in a feisty mood this morning. His sub-species ought to be Felis domesticus pugnax.