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| Hmmm. I'm not feeling my best, I'm afraid. I hit my head on the corner of a cabinet at work on Monday (I was leaning down to *put* a lightbulb in the trash, instead of tossing it, and I stood up right into it). That still hurts. Then my arm - my mouse arm - and shoulder and neck... owie. We even had free company massages yesterday at work, and he seemed to help some, but I was writhing in pain and unable to sleep (even with the tylenol w/codeine cough syrup I took to help). This is ridiculous. I don't like not being able to turn my head. | ||
| On a brighter note, I finally met Shmuel. Well, not in person, but in the Clean Sheets chat room. I spent the last bit of work time having an interesting (if somewhat disjointed, the way chatrooms seem to be) talk with him. It's nice; the immediate response gives you a greater sense of a person - you get to see the way their minds works in conversation. I used to spend far too much time on MUDs, though, so I need to be careful. There's only one time a day I'll even allow myself to check the chat room... | ||
| Sigh. This is going to be short, I'm afraid. Here's an excerpt from my garden report to David: | ||
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The little peas just LOVE this weather - I swear those plants are already
visibly bigger. The spinach, not to be outdone by the peas, plucked their
own leaves out of the mud this morning, and look a tad bit bushier. Maybe
I'm just a proud mom. Oh! And the little white 5spot has tiny buds on it
-- soon we'll have more than just the one flower! I love the way the yard looks. |