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Some days I need a special shelf. Legs and necks, displayed neatly, toes facing forward and muscles nicely relaxed, ready to take on the burdens of life.

If I could just have unscrewed my tired legs and swapped them with non-wobbly ones and if I could have just have slid my near-defunct neck and swapped it for a perfectly cogent one, then I could have done piles of everything today. As it was I did four loads of clothes, washed dishes, made snacks and did various other things (including giving my nieces a nineteenth century Pesachtic cake recipe that Janet gave me for Passover), but I stopped before the flat actually looked as if any housework had been done and I whimpered. I also stopped when my bed was made with fresh sheets and slid myself into that bed, wondering if I could garner enough strength to finish my article and my interview questions, or if the article and interview would have to carry over into the weekend.

Sorry, kesal, but in the battle between Gillian and her body, the body won and I shall have to put aside some quiet time for work and for rest on Saturday and Monday. Tuesday is full of work and so is Wednesday, so I can't wave my hand negligently and say "Let it all wait until next week."

None of this is bad, you understand. It's just that if I could have replaced the neck and legs I would have done so much more and be in so much better a state now.