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Jul. 17th, 2011 03:25 amEvery month I have one entirely inevitable day of high pain. I whinge about it here and arrange my life around it. Today was that day. It was complicated by it being in York and with me being unable to find my panadeine, but, fortunately, the UK has the same range of drug approvals and I just kept going til I came across a chemist (though this involved asking someone if they knew where one was and them saying "Across the road.") Unfortunately, my body's normal cycle was added to Weather and to me having done something to my shoulder. Panadeine made it almost bearable, however, and I allowed myself extra time to do things and wasn't very ambitious in my plans.
Given all this, I accomplished a surprising amount today. Nothing super-Gillianish, but quite repectable. I got lost *all* the time (York does this to me) but each and every time I got lost, something good came out of it. I found a baby present that I promised I'd buy, and bought myself a morningstar with my birthday money (reason #34562 why I should not be given money - it is fully functional and exquisitely balanced), I found a collector's fair and acquired 3 miniature horsebrasses c 1910 on their original harness, I found the market (oddly, in the marketplace) and dinner is fresh fruit and vegies and pistachio nuts. I visited three of my museums. Some great stuff, but only marginally useful. That fitted the day. I also saw a squirrel and the squirrel saw me and we each independently decided that the other was exceedingly interesting and we did much mutual staring.
Tomorrow I'm back to doing the big and wonderful (Durham Cathedral! friends! dinner by Chaz!) so it's just as well the pain decided to manifest today. Tomorrow would be have been far more of a nuisance.
I'll be online off and on for the next few hours, but the most I'll get to do tomorrow (and that depends on us actually remembering and not getting distracted with finally getting to meet up) is check email.
I had a ton of other things to say, but they have flown my mind. All I can think right now is that Clifford's Tower *still* makes me cry and that I ought to make a pot of tea and do some work and justify my existence.
Given all this, I accomplished a surprising amount today. Nothing super-Gillianish, but quite repectable. I got lost *all* the time (York does this to me) but each and every time I got lost, something good came out of it. I found a baby present that I promised I'd buy, and bought myself a morningstar with my birthday money (reason #34562 why I should not be given money - it is fully functional and exquisitely balanced), I found a collector's fair and acquired 3 miniature horsebrasses c 1910 on their original harness, I found the market (oddly, in the marketplace) and dinner is fresh fruit and vegies and pistachio nuts. I visited three of my museums. Some great stuff, but only marginally useful. That fitted the day. I also saw a squirrel and the squirrel saw me and we each independently decided that the other was exceedingly interesting and we did much mutual staring.
Tomorrow I'm back to doing the big and wonderful (Durham Cathedral! friends! dinner by Chaz!) so it's just as well the pain decided to manifest today. Tomorrow would be have been far more of a nuisance.
I'll be online off and on for the next few hours, but the most I'll get to do tomorrow (and that depends on us actually remembering and not getting distracted with finally getting to meet up) is check email.
I had a ton of other things to say, but they have flown my mind. All I can think right now is that Clifford's Tower *still* makes me cry and that I ought to make a pot of tea and do some work and justify my existence.