Thursday,
March 27, 2008

Glee!

Remember that thing I mentioned yesterday about a promising possibility on the work horizon? It turned out not only to be extremely promising, but it also included a perfectly delightful quasi-interview with two charming guys, and I got a lunch out of it, so that's all good.

Although I have learned that Mimi's Cafe during lunch on Thursdays is definitely the haunt of the local retirees. Well, hey, at least it keeps them off the streets and out of trouble.

And it's a pleasant spring night, as well

We're solidly in the month-long Texas spring, and I damn well intend to enjoy it before the summer hellheat rolls in. All the windows are open to catch the breezes (rather strong, admittedly, to the point last night where I was waiting to see Margaret Hamilton fly past the kitchen window on a broomstick) tootling around the clavicle of Texas, the cicadas are buzzing quite happily, and earlier in the evening I could just hear distant cheers from the local Little League field.

It even prompted me to get off my ass and do useful stuff, which was also my excuse for listening to some of the 90 podcast episodes still on my iPod (Walt, Nessa, Holly, Taylor, Taffy, Rodan, Michael, Kevin and British John, you are ALL in the will). As a result, I am sitting here bathed in sweat and glowing with an evening of accomplishment, to wit:

• 40 minutes on the treadmill
  
  
• cleaning out of the LitterMaid, cleaning and disinfecting the corner where it sits, and refilling with clean litter
  
  
• doing two loads of laundry
  
  
• putting the clean sofa cover and cushion covers back on the sofa (and yes, this is an accomplishment because not only does it involve much stretching, velcroing and zipping, but it also includes repeated and determined evicting of the feline occupant who finds this activity greatly entertaining

Normally I wouldn't be quite so sweaty about this, but I downright refuse to turn on the A/C in March when there's a perfectly nice breeze coming through the windows. Although it does make the prospect of a shower extraordinarily attractive.

Oh, speaking of the first bullet point up there, I just want to say here and now that I love neoprene. No, not in a kinky way, you pervs. I love neoprene because it makes great joint supports.

See, my right ankle, specifically the Achilles tendon, even more specifically the bursa underneath the Achilles tendon, has been hurting for the last couple of weeks or so. I suspect it's a strain injury rather than a detachment as I never heard a "pop" and can do various movements that require the muscles to be attached, but it still hurts like hell. As a result I got maybe three hours of sleep last night between the throbbing pain in my ankle and the eternal unending pain in and around my right knee.

This tells me two things. Number one, much as I love them, I need to throw away the Dr. Scholl's Mary Janes because they are simply worn out and aren't fixing my tendency to supination anymore, and are probably contributing to the pain. Number two, wrapping the knee and wearing an ankle support with a hole cut out to relieve pressure on the heel bursa is a damn good idea. And icing couldn't hurt.

This growing old stuff isn't for sissies, my friends. But it's still an improvement on the alternative.

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