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On Tuesday I go plead for my doctor to let me go get stuck into a machine that might find exactly what sort of soft tissue injuries I have in my shoulders. I don't really want to start with x-rays, because they aren't good at soft tissue injuries, but I suspect that's where the doctor will want to start. Once we find what's wrong, if the answer turns out to be "wait another year and see if it gets better", OK. (The Mayo Clinic web site seems to think frozen shoulders get better by themselves over the course of a couple of years.) But I'm out of patience with the "wait and see if it gets better before we find out what it actually is" method. Especially since it's in both sides now.

However. Because being grumpy doesn't do a lot for me just now, good stuff: I went to the farmers' market on the way home last night and came away with a ribeye steak and some mushroom ravioli, so now I'm set for the next several Wednesdays. Ain't nothing wrong with mushroom ravioli and leftover alfredo sauce. And ain't nothing wrong with steak and roasted tomato salad, either. (Slurp, some more.) Apparently my interest in cooking things is still buried in there somewhere, which is nice to know.

Hooray, gay marriage is constitutional! (Well, of course it is. Most of us knew that. It's just that now the rest of the states that hadn't admitted it can't legally stick their fingers in their ears and go LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! any more.) I already said Hooray, but it bears repeating, so I'll say it again: HOORAY!