But I got this picture of the moon before I left the house! Once I feel like walking around the block won't fuck up my back I'm gonna start going on early walks. I hope two months of my revised PT movements put me in safe enough shape for that. March weather can be dicey here, though, so I'm keeping my expectations reasonable.
This morning I have another conversation with someone about making podfic. She's got some experience doing erotica audiobooks so she's gonna give me some opinions and suggestions about reading porn aloud. Love that I get to read smut I wrote to a friend before noon on a Monday morning. Sometimes life isn't terrible.
I'll resume answering questions tomorrow, I hope. My wrist hurts already and it feels weirdly chillly, like I put menthol rub on it, which I did not. I wonder if all the hand-sewing yesterday aggravated it. It felt good to move it in a different directions, but perhaps 20 yo-yos (spaced out over the day) was too much for it.
Have I mentioned how very, very tired I am of being so fragile? The worst part is this is probably, uh, not gonna get better with age.