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Nov. 7th, 2017 11:03 amDespite never having touched a golf club in my life, I seem to have golfer's elbow. Basically that means the inside of my right elbow hurts all the time, since the middle of October, and hurts worse when I put strain on it. I haven't taken it to the doctor, because they're going to take two appointments at least to tell me ibuprofen and ice and possible PT, and I have less faith in PT than I used to. I'm chalking this one up to "aging ain't for sissies", because I have no idea what I did to make it start.
Changing the clocks confused the Hairy Beasts, as usual. Especially yesterday morning, when they got up for breakfast and I didn't. They decided something was wrong with me, and much hovering and purring and washing of my fingers ensued. They seem to have the idea as of this morning, mostly. Lily leaped up on the bed 30 seconds before the alarm went off, but that's not my fault, despite the fact that she was most displeased with the noise.
Over the weekend I got bit by the cooking bug, and made vegetable soup (using up the rest of the mediocre chicken broth) and cider syrup, and smoked cheddar frittatas (which I overcooked; I hate that oven) and sausages and sauerkraut. I think there's an industry standard for sauerkraut jars that says that if you can get the lid off in under five minutes, the product is defective. (See "elbow hurts when strain is put on it", too.) But I don't like sauerkraut in cans. And I did get the lid off the jar, right before I was going to give up and drive a nail through it.
This morning has been a study in contrasts. I'm having a meeting with somebody this afternoon who doesn't have a clue, knows that, and wants the meeting so she can start to get one. I just got off the phone with somebody else who has no clue, has no interest in having one if somebody else can have it instead, and wants to hand me everything. That ain't how that works. I think I'm going to have to have a meeting with person #2 eventually.
I must remember to vote on the way home. I wish there were any candidates I'm excited about.
Changing the clocks confused the Hairy Beasts, as usual. Especially yesterday morning, when they got up for breakfast and I didn't. They decided something was wrong with me, and much hovering and purring and washing of my fingers ensued. They seem to have the idea as of this morning, mostly. Lily leaped up on the bed 30 seconds before the alarm went off, but that's not my fault, despite the fact that she was most displeased with the noise.
Over the weekend I got bit by the cooking bug, and made vegetable soup (using up the rest of the mediocre chicken broth) and cider syrup, and smoked cheddar frittatas (which I overcooked; I hate that oven) and sausages and sauerkraut. I think there's an industry standard for sauerkraut jars that says that if you can get the lid off in under five minutes, the product is defective. (See "elbow hurts when strain is put on it", too.) But I don't like sauerkraut in cans. And I did get the lid off the jar, right before I was going to give up and drive a nail through it.
This morning has been a study in contrasts. I'm having a meeting with somebody this afternoon who doesn't have a clue, knows that, and wants the meeting so she can start to get one. I just got off the phone with somebody else who has no clue, has no interest in having one if somebody else can have it instead, and wants to hand me everything. That ain't how that works. I think I'm going to have to have a meeting with person #2 eventually.
I must remember to vote on the way home. I wish there were any candidates I'm excited about.
