I had a busy week last week, managed to get out and do things
on my calendar three nights in a row in the middle of the week
and then make it to a gig on Saturday.
Now I'm paying for it. Ouch ouch ouch bleeping ouch. I knew
to expect a price, so this bit so far is just self-indulgent
whining because I got bored with suffering in silence. The next
bit is that mostly by virtue of coming on the heels of the last
bit.
Leg cramps kept me awake all night, and just as those were
subsiding and I thought I might sleep, that was when they started
cutting holes in the sidewalk with those honking big pavement-cutting
circular saws right across the street from my window. Argh!
Finally did crash when the noise stopped, around noon, and
woke a little while ago; not at rehearsal tonight, and now my
sleep cycle will be out of whack for however long ... but then
again, my sleep schedule goes wonky for no good reason anyhow.
Okay, enough whining for now. On to quickie updates:
No sign of the cross that was torn from my neck during that
attack.
Unless it got flung behind the hi-fi, I think it's gone. No more
sign of the would-be robber, either, which is a good thing.
I've been meaning to reply to comments on that entry; maybe
I'll manage to start on those tonight.
My
hand injury is healing at a respectable rate; still looks
ugly but the visible part is much smaller than it was, and it
mostly doesn't hurt unless I bump it against something kinda
hard. I'm getting some flexibility back in my pinkie but can't
quite play an F chord yet. (Oddly enough, I can play F-shaped
barre chords anywhere except the first fret; I just can't
manage it at the top of the neck. I'll experiment with holding
the guitar in different positions later, but at the current rate
of healing I'm hoping it won't remain a problem too much longer.)
No new news from
Mom, neither directly nor by way of my youngest brother.
So either the doctors haven't told her anything useful yet,
or she's just not telling us.
Okay, one last whiny bit: that windstorm a couple of weeks
ago rattled three of my windows so hard it shook the glass
loose from the frames and made corners of the frames start to
come apart. I finally noticed when I saw the curtains blowing
to and fro in front of what were supposed to be closed windows.
The largest opening is a bit under two inches. I tried to shove
the frame back together and prop a stick under it (on one window
I'd already done that in the past but the glass has somehow shifted
again despite that), but to no avail. Caulk has been
suggested as a temporary measure, but I'm not sure whether the
largest gap can be filled that way, and I'm concerned about the
bottom of the frame falling off and letting the whole pane
plummet to the pavement eventually, anyhow. Whee. (In case
it's not obvious, it's the upper sash that's affected on each
window.) No wonder the blue bedroom has been so hard to keep
warm, eh?
I really need new -- more energy-efficient -- windows, but if
it's cheaper to get these re-glazed for now, that'll do ... but
it's one more thing on my womdigious to-do list -- actually at
least two more things, because I need to clear a path to the
windows, which currently require clambering over a couch, a few
boxes of papers-to-be-filed, and laundry, to reach -- and one
more thing on the dunno-how-I'll-pay-for-this list. Whee.
At least we've only had the one really cold snap so far.
Okay, now to see whether the meds I took before I started writing
this are working well enough that I can go downstairs and feed
myself and the adorable cat. And maybe I'll make it to
3LF
next week. (*sigh*)
Upcoming: Pirate Feast (Pyrate Feast? I see folks
spell it a few different ways), 2009-02-14. And between
now and then, various attempts to get caught up on email.