Between the water and the factories that have become houses

[sovay]

That my godchild turned fifteen today is not proof of linear time, but I rejoice in it. He is a long-limbed treasure with zero chill. I have been shown evidence of him celebrating a successful escape room with milkshakes and cookies and friends.

spatch's foot was not broken by the speaker which fell onto it yesterday, just bone-crunched and blood-bruised in the ways for which elevation and painkillers are recommended. It does show evidence of an old healed injury that delightfully caused his X-ray results to come up "Abnormal." Paging Marty Feldman.

I have secured what looks like a romantic espionage thriller from 1949 that I had no idea existed until last night when I heard a mid-century radio speedrun of it and my plan for the rest of the evening is to read it and not move. The winter storm is still currently raining.

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[sovay]

my sister asked me to move the wheelie bins, the last one of which got away from me, pivoted on its wheels and the handle neatly speared the middle toe on my right foot, which is now one solid bruise from front to rear. Fortunately it stopped aching after a few hours

Ack! I hope it is feeling much better by now.

[davidgillon]

I hadn't felt it all day, until I walked the fifty yards between houses just now, and even that's just a dull ache. OTOH I've been having random muscle cramps all over the rest of my leg all day, which is probably the consequence of trying to protect my foot/toe while walking yesterday. But it's probably a good sign when everywhere else hurts more.