Ouch

I slept funny Friday Night, and then I was an idiot and wore my sandals all weekend (which have a heel) plus Saturday night I spent on a very uncomfortable foldout couch. I feel like a set of mini-blinds where the cords aren't strung evenly and they all bunch together at one end.

I spent most of the night with a heating pad and a book. The heating pad didn't help much, but the book was so interesting that I wasn't too focused on the pain. (reading Murder Must Advertise now, with another two Wimsey books waiting for me.) I ALMOST finished it during lunch, but I've got another 20 or so pages to go. And when it's a murder mystery this is very very very frustrating. At least I think I know who might have done it.

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...............Is it time to go home yet so I can finish?