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No more tingling, but the tiredness and the backache persist.
I'm managing to sit up in a chair and work on HB, but it's a real struggle. I ended up not going to my usual AD&D game today because there was no effin' way I was going to sit on a couch for eight hours straight and roll dice. Nothing against the GM, but today I really need to be able to go and lie down for an hour or two if the fancy strikes me.
A minor tragedy this morning: George, in walking past the altar which was still set up in the living room, knocked my Diana-and-Stag statue to the floor. It broke one of the stag's horns and Diana's extended arm. Fortunately the breaks are clean and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eastpath has agreed to help me out with some epoxy, so it should be possible to mend it. If not, the statue isn't exactly hard to find and I'm pretty sure can get a new one.
(By the way,eastpath is home today with a nasty throat infection. *waves* Hope you're feeling better when you get around to reading this, EP! :-))
George is feeling under the weather as well (in his case mostly due to a lack of sleep lately), and so we've both been grouching around the apartment being less than civil to each other. I don't think we've had a day this acrimonious in all the years we've been married (yes, we've had a remarkably placid fourteen or so years). But we'll get over it. It's not a case of screaming at each other and throwing things, just a distinct lack of the congeniality that's usually abundantly present.
For a day with not much happening, it's been a real clusterfuck. In a quiet sort of way.
I'm managing to sit up in a chair and work on HB, but it's a real struggle. I ended up not going to my usual AD&D game today because there was no effin' way I was going to sit on a couch for eight hours straight and roll dice. Nothing against the GM, but today I really need to be able to go and lie down for an hour or two if the fancy strikes me.
A minor tragedy this morning: George, in walking past the altar which was still set up in the living room, knocked my Diana-and-Stag statue to the floor. It broke one of the stag's horns and Diana's extended arm. Fortunately the breaks are clean and
eastpath has agreed to help me out with some epoxy, so it should be possible to mend it. If not, the statue isn't exactly hard to find and I'm pretty sure can get a new one.(By the way,
eastpath is home today with a nasty throat infection. *waves* Hope you're feeling better when you get around to reading this, EP! :-))George is feeling under the weather as well (in his case mostly due to a lack of sleep lately), and so we've both been grouching around the apartment being less than civil to each other. I don't think we've had a day this acrimonious in all the years we've been married (yes, we've had a remarkably placid fourteen or so years). But we'll get over it. It's not a case of screaming at each other and throwing things, just a distinct lack of the congeniality that's usually abundantly present.
For a day with not much happening, it's been a real clusterfuck. In a quiet sort of way.
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