My wrists and elbows say that I have to take some time off from writing. Dumbasses.
A relaxed day, a bit by force, with a migraine and generalized aches, Still recovering from the tumble from my bike? I don’t know.
I wandered aimlessly around the house, too sore to sit around and too headachy to go out. I did a little smutty reading. Tried to clean up a bit. Mostly got nothing much done.
Paddy did come over and make dinner and sing with me. That is always good.
And that is all I can write.
Thanks for cooking, singing with me and listening to me talk endlessly about Vashon, Paddy…