I forgot to mention earlier: I've had this sore elbow since Palermo, see, and after we were done kayaking it ached and ached. By the time I got home it and its little friend My Left Elbow were in very sad shape, not to mention my forearms, which got worked out. I wound up coating them with BenGay before going to bed to try to ease the pain. Anyway, the net result was the damned things hurt so much that around 1 AM I got out of bed and took aspirin because I could no longer find a way to lay on the bed where my elbows did not just hurt like a mother.
My elbows have been a bit of a problem since I moved here but this was just inexcusable. When I go to physio on Tuesday I'm going to see if I can sneak in a little chat with the supervisor to see if he can give me any clues about my stupid elbows.
As a bonus, I burned myself on a hot metal plate with Indian food in it last night, then bumped my arm against something when I was cleaning the house and the skin came off. Now that's a fucking burn. I've got Neosporin and a bandaid on it now.
Oh yeah. Today was awesome, just like yesterday: had a person come by to see the flat earlyish (it was a no go I'm sure), then went to see Coco at Sadler's Wells, then rushed to the Barbican to see a friend perform Candide (by Leonard Bernstein). I got to a bit of a late start because I was planting some lilies I bought before I went to America and then left in a plastic bag to go moldy; to my pleasure, it's rained steadily all this afternoon so they should be well on their way to rooty goodness. Life is generally looking good and I would like it to stay that way.