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Some of you probably saw where this was headed last night when I posted about M and R going to the blues club, but I didn't, which made for a lovely surprise when I came out of the shower and found M and her sister asleep on the sofa, with Sugar on M's lap and R laid out on his chair (technically an armchair with ottoman but he's souped it up to where it's more like a lounge chair now).

Re-reading that it sounds like the opening of a kinky porn, but I'm afraid all that happened is that I poured myself a glass of OJ and made biscuits and bacon, quietly because they were asleep and slowly because of the cast.

I think I've been overdoing it a bit, probably from relief at being able to bend my arm and use my thumb again. I blame that fucking Torchwood fic. :D I'm getting raw red places where the edge of the cast rubs on my palm through the padding, and I've cut my upper arm on the other edge of the cast, plus the bone on the outside of my wrist aches from bumping against the inside of it and the break itself aches as well. I've taped up the most painful areas with medical tape, but I'll be very glad to have this thing off. It still limits how much I can do around the flat -- I absolutely can't take out the garbage, and my dishwashing abilities are severely limited. R's picking up the slack admirably but it sucks that he has to.

Also, of course, I'm typing more at work, both for work and in my spare time. I typed up some J&E but I can't fucking find where I put it, and while I have the handwritten original it's annoying to think of typing it over again.

There are things I could be doing this weekend, but I think I'm going to spend a lot of it watching TV. I need a dead-day, where I don't have to worry that I need to buy new shoes or that I'm falling dreadfully behind on writing or that there are bills due.

I DECLARE TODAY A DEAD DAY.

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As I lay there, on my back, in the snow, trying to catch my wind, I gazed up at the snowy sky and I thought to myself, I'm pretty done with winter for a while.

I'm okay, nothing too damaged, but the walk outside our flat's become like an ice rink and an ill-placed foot as I was getting the mail sent me tumbling. I'm pretty lucky, I landed in a snowdrift for the most part and didn't hit my head; still, there's snow in my cast and all over my coat and my ego is severely bruised.

But, I am put up on the sofa now and watching Internet TV. Beautiful footage, and worth it all for the Flying Turkey Fish.